Doggy Style – Part 1: The Russell Terrier

The sun had been up for a few hours, but the early morning fog still clung to the cool morning air. In fact, a large fog bank blinded the drivers who had the misfortune of speeding down the narrow country road. With an endless sea of trees stretching out on either side of the asphalt road, commuters had to be careful to keep from driving off the road. Because of this, most vehicles advanced like snails, but one of them zoomed down the road. The driver of this car was a beautiful young woman by the name of Barbie Lez.
“Dammit!” swore Barbie as she glanced at her watch. It was 7:57 AM. She had three minutes to reach her destination. And reach it she must, because being late is never a good idea, especially when it is for a job interview.

“Fuck!” she swore again as anxiety furrowed her brow, slightly decreasing her great beauty. Nonetheless, she remained a breathtaking young woman. In fact, she was one of the hottest women in the country… Scratch that, the world!

She had long, platinum-blonde hair with strategically placed, bright-pink highlights, full, pouty lip and piercing, emerald green eyes. Her firm, D-Cup boobs were barely contained within her bright-pink, see-through blouse. The top three buttons remained unfastened, leaving every inch of cleavage visible to all. With her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric, it was quite obvious she was not wearing a bra. With only a matching mini-skirt to cover up her clean-shaven pussy, her lack of panties was also evident each time she bent down. As if all that was not enough, a large, bright-pink tattoo seemed to hover between her pussy and navel. Shaped like she lesbian symbol, it made every man Barbie came across mad with envy. After all, what man would not want to go to bed with a lesbian? Especially such a hot one?

And that brings me to the next point. As if being a breathtakingly beautiful lesbian, Barbie also happened to be eighteen years of age… and a virgin! Now do you understand why she is one of—if not the—hottest woman in the world? If you were to fantasize about the perfect woman, the image you would end up with is Barbie.

“FUCK!” yelled Barbie as she saw something dash across the road before her. Slamming her foot down on the brake, she screeched to a halt, stopping inches before hitting a raccoon. The fuzzy fur ball casually continued his march as if nothing had happened. Usually, Barbie would not mind waiting, but on that particular day, she was in a hurry. As she waited for the raccoon to get out of the way, the young virgin thought back to what led her there.

It had all started about a year ago. On their way home from a business trip/first adults-only vacation in eighteen years, her parents had perished in a fiery plane crash. Only seventeen at the time and with no relatives to speak of, Barbie had been left alone to take care of her six-year-old sister Nikki. Or so she thought until the state came and informed her she was not old enough to take care of anyone. So both sisters were put into foster care. But no one wanted to adopt a seventeen-year-old and the sisters refused to be separated. So they remained in a state facility for the next six months. When Barbie finally turned eighteen, she became Nikki’s legal guardian and was forced to grow up before she was ready. Her parents had always been overprotective and had refused to let her work before she went to—and completed—college. Unfortunately for Barbie, she was now forced to find employment. But being inexperienced and stuck in the middle of a recession made it hard. After going through minimum wage job after minimum wage job for three months, Barbie finally got hired as a secretary at a large business. Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt less than a month later and Barbie was once more forced to seek employment. But the recession had worsened in the past few months and the young woman soon realized that finding a new job looked more and more unlikely.

But, after spending a week straight going from interview to interview, only to get turned down every time for lack of experience, Barbie finally caught a break. After yet another boss had turned her down Barbie decided she had enough. Using the acting skills she had developed in school to produce a few tears, she tried to convince the slick businessman that sat before her to give her a chance. Unfortunately, she did not land the job. However, the businessman did mention acquaintance who was expanding her business and was in need of an assistant. Barbie did not even bother asking what the job was before accepting. The man handed her a piece of paper with a name and a phone number. After thanking her savior, Barbie rushed home. Less than five minutes later, she was hanging up the phone with a smile plastered across her lips. She had just landed an interview for the next morning at eight.

So the next morning, Barbie awoke early to get ready for her interview. At least, that is what she would have done if not for a simple mistake. Her alarm went off right on time, but Barbie soon learned from her sister that the previous day had brought with it a time change. She was now one hour behind schedule! She barely had time to feed and send Nikki off to school before jumping into the shower. She was in such a hurry that she was forced to bypass her customary morning masturbation session. You see, Barbie was a nymphomaniac and was forced to pleasure herself at least once a day to keep her urges in check. If not, she would spend the entire day with arousal coursing through her veins. Luckily her appointment was just for an interview, so she would be able to pleasure herself in only a few hours. Or so she thought…

“Come on!” urged Barbie as she watched the raccoon slowly waddle across the road. At his current speed, it would have him a whole minute before clearing Barbie’s car. The hot young woman put the car in reverse and was about to press the gas pedal when she noticed a sign hanging on the side of the road. It read: The Dog Lover: Training Center & Kennel. Barbie smiled, amused by name until she noticed the house address hanging below the sign. It read: 6969. Barbie’s heart skipped a beat. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a piece of paper. Her lips curled into a smile as she read the address on the note. It read: 6969 Old Oak road. Glancing at her watch, Barbie realized she had two minutes left. Slamming her foot down on the gas pedal, she sped down the driveway. At least, that is what she planned on doing. Instead, her vehicle jerked backward.

“Fuck!” muttered Barbie as she realized she had left the gear in reverse. Fixing this little mistake, she flattened the gas pedal and tore down the driveway toward her job interview. Halfway down the driveway, she emerged from the fog bank and saw three buildings waiting for her at the end of the driveway. One was an old, Victorian house. Across from it stool a smaller building with a large sign that read: Kennel. Further behind the two first buildings stood a third, much larger building. It had not a single window and appeared to have been an old barn before being renovated into a more modern building. Barbie had no clue what it contained, but realized she did not have time for such pondering. She only had one minute left. Speeding up a little more, she reached the house with thirty seconds to spare. Jumping out of the vehicle, she half-walked, half-ran to the door and rang the doorbell just as her watched beeped eight.

“Just on time,” though Barbie as she heard footsteps approach. Moments later, the door swung one to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

“Wow!” could not help but gasp Barbie as she looked the woman up and down.

She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, though she could have easily passed for ten years younger. Like Barbie, she had a perfectly modeled body with large boobs and an equally amble behind. Her long, naturally red hair was tied back into a ponytail, making her look even younger that she already did. Barbie had always loved redheads, especially the ones with freckles. And as luck would have it, the woman standing before her had a face full of them. The pair of skintight jeans and equally molding t-shirt she was wearing only served to make Barbie wet at the sight of her. As if that was not arousing enough, Barbie could clearly see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top, making it clear that, like Barbie, she was not wearing a bra. Wave after wave of arousal started washing over the young woman as she realized skipping her morning masturbation session may have been a mistake.

“You must be Barbie,” said the woman as she outstretched a hand, snapping Barbie back to reality.

“Er… Ye.. yeah!” stuttered Barbie as she struggled to keep things professional. Now was not the time to flirt; it was time to land a job. With that in mind, she shook the woman’s hand.

“I’m Candy, Candy Love,” said the redhead. Barbie could not help but smile as she recalled the sign she had seen minutes earlier. The Dog Lover. So, it was not just a name; it was also a pun.

“Clever,” thought Barbie.

“Where are my manners? Please, come in,” said Candy as she sidestepped and gestured for Barbie to enter. The teen strode into the house and waited for Candy to close the door.

“So, shall we get to business?” asked Candy, minutes later. She had led Barbie into the living room and the two were now seated on the couch. It was the first time Barbie had a job interview on a couch, but realized it did nothing to calm her nerves.

“Okay,” she agreed as she turned to the hot woman sitting beside her.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

Barbie was a little surprised. She had a surprising amount of pre-formulated responses in stock, but none of them were suited for such a question.

“Wh… what do you want to know?” stuttered Barbie.

“Well, do you like animals?”

“Oh yeah.