Kristy After School_(0)

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. Puberty was beginning to influence my twelve year old 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 pants. But I was a
spoiled little 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
baby fat 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 pouty hairless
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 bald little
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 little 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 little 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 preteen 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 baby girl’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 little girl’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 young 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 little 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 puss, 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 preteen 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
girl 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 growing 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 little 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 schoolgirl 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. Not yet filled
out to womanly dimensions, my hips 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 young 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 an innocent little
twelve year old girl, flushed with the onset of pubescent 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 bald 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. This was followed by a ripping
sound.