Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pet peeve

"Wait until you meet her," Melissa said. She saw in the tightening of her father's jaw that he wanted to meet her as badly as she wanted to see her again.

She spotted the house, a large sprawling home with sloping lawns and surrounding trees and shrubbery. It was beautiful. "You're home, Claudius."

The dog seemed to sense it. He sat up, his ears pointed, his tail wagging furiously against the back seat. He whimpered, seeing his familiar surroundings.

"He's happy," Neil said.

"He should be." She decided to broach the subject of Mrs. Mendell for the first time. "Do you think Mrs. Mendell fucks Claudius like I did?" she asked.

Neil parked the car in the gravel driveway. "Probably, baby," he answered. "Remember, don't mention things like that, okay?"

"Right, Daddy." She studied his features. "Are you going to try and fuck her?"

Neil smiled. "She's married, remember? Besides, I have you." His hand was on the door latch, ready to open it.

"Daddy." She placed her hand on his knee. "I don't want you to think you can't fuck other women or even get married again," she told him. "We'll always have our special times. If the woman you pick doesn't understand about us, we'll just keep it a secret."

"Don't you worry about a thing, my little kitten," he assured her, loving his daughter even more, if that were possible. "If I ever do get hooked up with a woman again, it'll be someone that understands and approves of our special relationship."

She threw her arms around her father's neck. "Oooooo, Daddy, I love you so," she cooed, soaking his face with warm wet kisses.

"Easy, baby. Wait until we get home." He eased out of her arms and opened the car door, Claudius jumping out after him. Neil waited for Melissa and together, with the dog between them, they made their way to the front door.

Melissa knocked. "She must be very rich." She was anxious to see the beautiful woman again. As they waited, she shifted from one foot to the other, wondering about her tip for taking special care of Claudius.

The door opened and Mrs. Linda Mendell greeted them with a dazzling smile. "Come in! Come in. I didn't expect you so soon." She stood aside for them to enter.

"Ohhhh, Claudius!" she squealed, crouching down and hugging her pet as if he were a long lost relative.

The dog licked her face enthusiastically. His tail whipped up a breeze, he was wagging it so hard. "Claudius looks fabulous, Melissa," Linda said, glancing at the beautiful child standing by her father.

"I took special care of him, Mrs. Mendell," Melissa said. "I groomed him every day and never even put him in the kennel."

"I can vouch for that," Neil added, eyeing the sexy woman and glancing at her speculatively. She most definitely was gorgeous! An image of the tall sensuous woman, naked on a bed, a huge dog standing over her luscious body filled Neil's mind, giving him an ache in the groin. "He lived with us the whole time."

"I hope…" Linda Mendell paused, trying to see if she could pick up some clues as to whether the pretty youngster had discovered Claudius' marvelous talents. "I hope Claudius was a good guest in your home, Melissa.''

Melissa's cheeks burned red. "He was.

Linda caught the confession in the child's eyes. Melissa had discovered Claudius' penchant for human pussy. She glanced at the teenager's father. For a second, she thought she had seen a glimmer in his eyes. It was an avenue worth exploring. He was handsome, rugged looking, and because of his chosen profession, obviously loved animals.

"I hope Mr. Mendell is happy with our kennel service," Neil said, wondering where the beautiful woman's husband was. "We can always use more business."

"There isn't a Mr. Mendell," Linda said. "He died over a year ago."

Neil seemed to feel better, but kept his obvious delight hidden. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said with the proper tone in his voice.

Linda liked him. Aside from his interest in animals, she sensed something else, something deeper about him. The way he stood with his daughter… There was a closeness, a bond between them that transcended the usual father-daughter relationship. She smiled. "I'd ask you to have a drink, but I'm sure Mrs. Tolan is home waiting."

Neil grinned roguishly. "There is no Mrs. Tolan." He hugged Melissa who was petting Claudius. "Just Melissa and me."

Linda's eyes lit up. She was sure of the bond between them now. Father and daughter had shared more than a normal relationship. They shared the same bed and maybe… an interest in dogs that reached beyond what some might consider normal. "Then, I insist you have a drink with me before leaving."

"I'd love to." Neil smiled, glad to be spending some time with the enchanting woman.

"Melissa. You can wait in the den." Linda pointed to the large doors across the spacious foyer. "There's a nice surprise in there… my reason for having to go away for a few days. You might like it."

Melissa's heart skipped a beat. "Can I take Claudius with me?" she asked, hating to lose her first dog friend.

Linda latched her arm through Neil's. "I'm taking Claudius, but you won't be sorry." She winked. "Come on." She tugged on Neil's arm.

Melissa kissed her father's cheek. "Have fun, Daddy." She giggled. "Take your time."

"I will, baby," he remarked.

Melissa watched them leave, sensing their mutual attraction. She knew once the ice was broken, they would have a marvelous time together with Claudius. Mrs. Mendell must be pretty horny by now, having been without the Great Dane for over two days. She walked slowly to the den, wondering what the surprise was and hoping it would keep her occupied, not expecting her father to return all that quickly. She giggled from the thought and opened the doors to the den.

Her mouth dropped open and her blue eyes lit up. Sitting in the center of the large den were a pair of Russian wolfhounds. They looked like twin bookends, their long silky coats matching in color and markings. She closed the door behind her, sealing her off from the rest of the house.

Trembling from being alone with the two big dogs, her stomach turning somersaults, Melissa strode across the thickly piled carpet to the seated animals. She offered her hands to the beautiful wolfhounds, showing herself as a friend. They licked her hand lavishly. In her father's grooming salon, she had seen a few Russian wolfhounds, but none as handsome or as large as these.

She stroked their silky coats and rubbed the short bristling hair of their long pointed snouts. "Are you two handsome dogs like your cousin, Claudius?" She giggled, bubbling over with effervescence as she contemplated the reason Mrs. Mendell purchased these two magnificent beasts. "I'll bet you two are dynamite fun, huh?"

She went over to the long plush velvet sofa and sat down, looking around the beautiful room. Books lined two of the walls from the floor to the ceiling and a large oil portrait of Mrs. Mendell and Claudius dominated the wail in front of Melissa. She craned her neck, peering out into the now-darkened evening through the french doors that she figured led to a garden. "Damn," she muttered, settling into the comfortable sofa, wishing she was this rich.

Melissa snapped her fingers and the two large dogs stood at attention, their long hairy tails wagging in unison. They joined Melissa, placing their heads in her lap, waiting to be petted.

Melissa had a feeling her father would be busy for a while. She had seen the way he looked at Mrs. Mendell. She gently brushed the dogs aside after giving them each a soft pat on the head and stood up. If she was wrong and her father was indeed only having a drink and not fucking the luscious Mrs. Mendell, she didn't want them walking in on her.

Locking the door, she turned to her attentive audience. "Now, let's find out if you two gorgeous animals are as talented and horny as Claudius." She tingled inside.