Kristy After School

Kristy After School

“Kristy, honey, could you get the Peterson file for me?” Daddy asked, looking up from his desk. “Sure,” I grumbled. I hated working for my dad at the kennel. All my friends got to run around after school. My dad, on the other hand, thought this would be a positive experience for me, and insisted that I spend some hours after school and on the weekends working in the family business. I figure he also had a secondary motive. Sexual adventure was beginning to influence my body, so my pert titties and rounded hips were just beginning to swell to womanly proportions. I think he was looking to keep me out of harms way by hiding me away at the kennel where the local boys couldn’t get into my panties. But I was a spoiled teenage girl, and felt I shouldn’t have to take that sort of treatment, so I was determined to make him pay for that and went out of my way to make things miserable for him in the only way I knew how. I swished over to the file cabinet, my short black mini skirt barely covering my delightfully rounded butt cheeks. Cheerleading and playground activities kept my body taunt and trim. Wrapped in my swirling mini, the twin apples of my rump made a bold, firm outline, and yet maintained just enough of what I might call my sexy body to give me a soft and jiggly quality. Add in “cute”, with blondish hair tied in a pigtail, firm perky, rounded titties, and a pouty, mischievous grin available on command, well, that was me in a nutshell. I was turning into a pretty hot, dangerous little package, and was beginning to learn the effect that had on men. I grinned to myself.

The Peterson file would be in the bottom drawer, so I had an excellent opportunity to tease my daddy. I purposely bent at the waist so that my short skirt rode up high over my hips and butt, exposing my secret girlish charms to plain sight. The sheer cotton material of my tight little pink panties snugged thong-like up into the crack of my ass. As I had hoped, the panty crotch twisted, bunched, and slipped neatly between the pout pink puffy wet lips of my ripe, plump cunt mound, splitting my humid, pink folds and exposing them to my daddy’s view. Framed between my creamy white thighs, my smooth pussy muffin stuck out below my skirt, shamelessly presented. I was reminded of the actions of our female dogs in heat, the way they would strut about, tail in the air, rubbing their loins in the snout of any and all male dogs they could find. What would my daddy do, I wondered, if I simply backed up to him and pressed my rump in his face, sliding my sweet juicy twat all around and leaving his stern expression smeared with my warm, tasty juices? Probably have a heart attack right on the spot! Reaching for the requested file, I wiggled my ass for effect, and stifled a groan of delight as the undies rode through my pudgy wet juicy twat, grinding and rubbing across my stiffening clit. Already I could sense my pussy begin to moisten, and felt the wadded cotton crotch soak up my slippery wetness. I sniffed the air – the musky smell of my oozing virgin fuck slot was unmistakable. The irresistible pheromones of my snug tender pussy filled the room. I knew the hot scent of my buttery teenager’s vagina would work its charms on any male nearby, and yet my daddy’s huge cock could find no satisfaction. He was a moral, family man and I knew he would fight off the animal urge to fuck his dick into his teenage daughter’s quivering pink folds. It was a delightful, no risk game for me to play. I grinned as another gush of my warm pussy lube turned my panty crotch into a sweltering, sloppy mess. I clamped my legs together, worried that my abundant wetness would begin dripping down my thighs. I would soon have to thoroughly finger fuck myself to work off my growing arousal, but it was well worth it if I could torment my daddy in the process. From behind me, I had apparently gotten the desired effect, as I heard a quiet groan from Daddy, who shifted uncomfortably behind his desk, adjusting the almost perpetual hard on which I delighted in causing him.

Concealed in his pants, daddy had a huge cock. His erections always bulged fiercely, and must have been terribly painful to keep confined. I figured he wouldn’t be able to take many more weeks of this, and by summer, I would be out of a job and back with my friends. “Got that nice stiff bone on for your daughter’s juicy twat, Daddy?” I thought smugly to myself. “Gosh, whatever will we do about that? Tough! Live with it.” But by the time I turned around from the file cabinet, I had wiped the grin off my face and politely handed him the Peterson file. Daddy pretended to be absorbed in his paperwork, but I could feel his eyes intently focused on my soft sexy teenage body as he sneaked a glance over the top of his file. Pretending to be unaware of his lustful, piercing gaze, I made a further show of it. Under the pretense of biting a troublesome nail, I sensuously sucked on the tip of my finger and stared off into space. My other hand seemed to absent-mindedly slip under the hem of my dress and tugged my moist, twisted panties out of the clefts of my butt and pussy. I snagged one of the elastic leggings, pulled and then released. In the quiet of the office, the resulting “snap” as it seated itself back against my firm rump flesh was unmistakable. Barely covered from Daddy’s prying eyes, my finger caressed across the protruding mound of my cotton covered pussy, coming away with a sample of my slippery girl dew which had seeped into the panty crotch.

Daddy’s chair creaked and groaned as he shifted again, his raging erection trapped in his pants and obviously putting him in quite a state of discomfort. I nearly let a giggle escape, but that would have spoiled the game. I quieted myself by trading fingers in my mouth, discretely slipping my sticky finger into my red-rouged lips and savoring the warm shimmering coating. Nothing sweeter than a juicy pussy, so they say, even if it is your own. I was struck with the urge to sneak into the bathroom, slip out of my panties and suck my juices out of the gooey cotton crotch. However, I resisted for now. They would stay warm and sticky for some time to come, and sometimes Daddy left work early, leaving me to lock up and do whatever other business I could better do in complete privacy. Then I could hop naked into Daddy’s favorite office chair – a large leather high back swivel model – and dig my fingers into my syrupy pink slit. I loved to cum in Daddy’s chair, smearing my dripping pussy all over the expensive Italian leather. After numerous sessions, I had permanently marked it as my territory, the smell of the fine upholstery now mixed with the scent of my girlie cum, soaked repeatedly into the stuffing. “Aren’t you cold in here, with ah… that outfit? Daddy asked, unable to keep his eyes from being drawn to the erect points of my nipples which showed quite clearly through my thin cutoff shirt.

Of course I was cold, the tattered bottom of the shirt thrust outward by the firm twin globes of my sweet round titties, leaving an ample amount of bare midriff. However, a mild chill in the air always perked my nipples into erect little bullets, and I knew the sight of such delightfully suckable nubs perched so proudly on my plump, ripening breasts was driving him slowly insane. This was all part of my daily teasing and torment of my daddy, so I made it a point to never wear a bra at work, and whenever possible, put as much bounce and jiggle in my step as I could get away with. “Oh no, not at all.” I lied in an innocent baby doll voice. “I guess I’m just a hot blooded girl..” “Yes, well, I guess so.” He stammered. “Well, I err… I have to stop off on the way home from work and get some supplies. Could you please could finish up feeding the dogs for me and then lock up? Thanks Sweety.” His right hand, hidden under the desk, groped at his rigid cock and adjusted its position. He rose awkwardly from his desk, and hurriedly gathered his things, his pants doing little to conceal his large, painful erection, or the tell-tale wet spot of precum which often stained his pants after a few hours of my relentless teasing. I ran my soft pink tongue over my lips and wished him a nice trip home. As he walked stiffly out the front door, I turned my attention to the work at hand – feeding time. The quicker I got on that, the faster I would be out of here. I started with the pack of large male dogs we kept penned up in the first kennel. I stepped into the roomlike cage and carefully latched the door behind me. The dogs seemed more excited than usual, even for feeding time. I thought nothing of it however, setting the heavy bag of feed on the floor and proceeded to tear it open. “Hey! Look out dammit!” I shouted in protest as the gang of dogs closed in and knocked the bag over in their frenzy. Grumbling, I squatted down, trying to collect the mess into a pile before the pack spread it all over the pen. To my surprise however, they didn’t pay any attention to the spilled pile of dog food on the floor. Instead, they seemed just seemed happy to see me, closing in from all sides, whining and rubbing up against me. Then I felt a furry snout slip between my legs and brush up against my crotch. His cold nose pressed into my panties and then he licked me through the thin cotton material, asshole to clit in one long swipe I yelped in surprise and lashed out with my hand, feigning the indignant outrage of a teenage girl just felt up. The fiend quickly dodged in retreat, and I felt my honor had been satisfied. However, that situation just barely resolved, another furry muzzle probed my crotch, this time from behind. Still squatting, I swiped at him, but caught only air. Several other dogs pressed in. Giggling at this game, I sought to maintain my modesty, grabbing the hem of my mini skirt, trying to tuck it inward and cover myself from their rude advances. However, it was far to short to provide any degree of protection, so I started to stand up. Suddenly there was a tugging at my skirt. One of the dogs had latched onto the material and thrashed his head back and forth. Filled out to womanly dimensions, my hips yet lacked sufficient swell to tightly seat that article of clothing and resist the downward force. In a half crouch, my hands shot to my waistline in an attempt to catch the slipping material. I was too late. The skirt was tugged off and finally caught, about halfway down my legs. The little mini wrapped around my knees and tangled me up like a small straight jacket. I stumbled forward, dropping to my hands and knees. The dogs followed me down, closing in. I tried to stand, but found myself trapped and snared. In moving forward, several members of the dog pack now stood firmly on the mini skirt, which pinned my knees to the floor. “Stop it!” I protested, but only half heartedly.

One of the few things that I did enjoy about my job was rough-housing around with the larger dogs. I giggled childishly and tried to push them away, but they closed right back in. My panty clad rump swayed in the air as I laughed and wriggled on the floor, trying to squirm out of the tangle of my skirt which held me pinned. With my knees wrapped tightly together, I had a poor stance for maintaining my balance. My playful thrashing about threw me off, and a gentle nudge by one of the dogs behind me was all it took to send me sprawling awkwardly to the floor of the kennel. With a playful bark and growl, the dog who had initiated my disrobing lunged for the mini skirt. Freed of my weight, it slipped the rest of the way down my legs and was tugged off my feet in a few quick jerks. Pleased with his prize, the doggy trotted off to a secluded corner of the pen and proceeded to busy himself by nuzzling the crotch area of the skirt. Meanwhile, I lay sprawled, spread-eagle on the floor as the remainder of the pack pranced around above me. Again, I felt their cold furry snouts investigate my panties. Now, I might be a blonde, but even I managed to figure out at this point that they had taken an interest in the distinctly female odor issuing from my juicy panties. I was so dewy wet, you didn’t need sophisticated canine senses to pick up the musky smell of my female pheromones. Hot teenage girl pussy was in the air, even I could smell it. I found the scent of myself in heat very exciting, so the effect my wafting twat was having on this pack of dogs was understandable. As I lay prone, wet furry snouts pushed into my cotton clad crotch from above and behind, probing, licking my pussy through the moistening material. Others squirmed and prodded at the taunt elastic around my thighs, seeking to sneak inside along that route. A cold nose pried between my quivering butt cheeks and pressed firmly against my puckered anus. The dog snorted with delight, and a puff of warm air caressed the opening to my rectum through my panties. I shivered in response, and felt my puckered asshole blossom open. The snouts in my crotch pressed in harder, slurping at my gooey panties, but realizing that the tastier treasure of my plump pussy mound lay concealed just beyond. Growling noises of frustration were uttered as the pack tried in vain to find a way past the persistent panty barrier and into my irresistible honeypot. Perhaps I should have taken notice of the growing sense of urgency which was whipping the dog pack into a lustful frenzy, but all that delightful licking and probing in my loins had dulled my sense of reason. Besides, I was just a virgin teenage girl, flushed with the onset of sexual urges, and didn’t really have an understanding of the situation I was creating. Anyway, I could have gotten up right then and there and put a stop to this, but something in me said that all this licking and attention on my pussy was too good to pass up. Surely their talented tongues could lick me to a far more delightful orgasm than I could ever achieve with just my fingers stuffed up my twat. After teasing my daddy all day, I was pretty hot and bothered, and in desperate need of some relief.

Decision made, I scrambled up onto my hands and knees and arched my back, sticking my creamy white rump up high in the air. My panties snugged tight across my pubic mound as I spread my knees wide, trying to give the dogs easy access to my covered, juicy pussy. A shiver of excitement coursed through me as they went to work, licking and sucking at my tasty pink briefs and the smooth plump rise of my leaky pussy hidden underneath. My loins began to twitch and pussy lube dripped out of my slit, feeding my puppies. I knew that a warm, sticky cumming would soon be at hand. A short shriek escaped me as my rump got nipped in the frenzy. At first I thought it was just a case of over excitement, but a second nip on the ass followed, proving that the first was no accident.