Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pet peeve

"You certainly are a wonder," she cooed, reliving the joy of her first true overpowering climax. "I'm not going to lock you up in the kennel. You're going to stay with me until your mistress comes back to pick you up."

Claudius, as if knowing what she was talking about, barked and wagged his tail.

Melissa giggled and petted his head. "I'd better get dressed and get downstairs before dad comes home." She pulled on her panties and jeans and ran out with Claudius at her heels.

In the back of the shop, Melissa pulled on her bra and blouse and went out front, unlocking the door. She sighed happily behind the counter, the Dane by her side. It was the first time in months that she had felt this relaxed.

"I owe it all to you, my handsome dog," she said. "I owe it all to you."

Melissa came out of the bathroom, her wispy cotton nightie licking her knees. "Come on, boy," she said to Claudius. "Say goodnight to dad with me."

The dog followed the child down the hall to the front of the apartment and into the living room. He squatted by her side, sitting erect, his skinny tail brushing the floor.

"Good-night, Daddy," Melissa purred, kissing her father on the cheek. "I'm going to bed now."

Neil planted a good-night kiss on her forehead. "Isn't it a bit early for you to be hitting the sack?"

She feigned a tired yawn. "I had a big day, running the shop while you took the day off," she teased.

Neil slapped her playfully on the ass. "Okay, kitten. I'll see you in the morning." He noticed the Dane sitting there. "Why haven't you put him in the kennel yet?"

"Awwww, Daddy," she moaned. "He's good and I want to keep him with me until Mrs. Mendell picks him up… as a personal favor."

Neil shrugged. "You can't keep all the dogs we board in the house," he said, not wanting to start a trend.

"I know, Daddy. Just Claudius. Please?"

He looked at his beautiful daughter. It seemed as if she was growing into a woman faster with each passing day. With her pigtails out, her long blonde hair flowing around her slim shoulders, she appeared even older. "What's so special about Claudius?"

"Nothing," she said, her cheeks flaring red. "Mrs. Mendell promised me a big tip if I took special care of him." She looked at him with pleading baby-blue eyes. "I can use the money for school clothes next month."

"Okay, baby," he said, surrendering under his daughter's charm and persistence. "Just this once though. I don't want you making a habit out of this."

"Ohhhh, thank you, Daddy," she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and showering him with kisses. "Thank you!"

Neil hugged his daughter. She was even beginning to feel like a woman. "Go on to bed now, and let me get some work done." He whacked her ass again, his fingers lingering for the briefest of seconds. He withdrew his hand as if he had placed it in a fire.

"Night, Daddy." She blew him a kiss and ran from the room, Claudius tagging behind, his tail wagging furiously.

Neil watched his daughter and the Dane leave, shaking his head in wonder. "Who would ever name their dog Claudius?" he mumbled under his breath. He went back to the account books he was reviewing, glancing at the check endorsed by Linda Mendell. It intrigued him. Melissa had mentioned her a few times this evening, about how rich and beautiful she was. Now, with Melissa taking special care of her Dane, he was even more anxious to meet the woman who had so enthused his daughter.

Melissa scampered to her room and closed the door behind her. She looked down at Claudius as he sat in front of her, caught up in the child's enthusiasm. "Now, we can play again."

She turned out the light, anxious to get into bed and enjoy the wetness of the dog's tongue between her legs again. It had been the only thing on her mind all day and she had held out as long as possible before going to bed, not wanting her father to become suspicious.

She climbed into bed and sighed. She had been worried all day, thinking her father wasn't going to allow Claudius to sleep with her. That would have been awful. Using her fingers on her pussy again and having a weak orgasm was something she didn't look forward to.

Her hands played with her soft tits through the cotton nightie. She wanted a cock, but knew she didn't have the nerve to let a boy fuck her. It was great thinking about fucking while she was coming, but the actual act itself still eluded the innocent girl. A frown formed on her pretty face. She was going to have to find another dog after Mrs. Mendell picked up Claudius. She pushed the disturbing thought away. Claudius would be gone soon enough. Better to enjoy him now that he was here.

Teasing herself, she rubbed her body through the material of her nightie, enjoying the softness against her tender skin. "Oh, Claudius," she cooed happily, lifting her nightie. "I wish you were a boy." She cuddled the docile animal, hugging him to her body as he rested quietly on the bed.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, draping a leg over the smooth hairy dog, squirming her pussy against him. "If you were a boy, I'd let you fuck me," she purred brazenly, moving her ass gently back and forth, her pussy rubbing against his fur.

She closed her eyes, pretending the Dane was a boy from school. "How would you like to fuck me, Claud?" she asked, caressing the beast, her hips humping her cunt on his shiny coat. "I'm a nice virgin girl who needs a prick to make me a woman." She giggled devilishly, feeling foolish and naughty.

"Shit," she moaned, becoming still. Sighing deeply, she tried again, eager to use the dog in as many exciting ways as possible before Mrs. Mendell picked him up. She worked her pussy against his glossy coat, her hand parting the lips of her cunt, the first drops of juice appearing on the entrance to her virgin cunthole.

"Aaaaah," she sighed, getting caught up in her fantasy again. The juices greased a path on the dog's coat and she trembled each time her clit scraped against the grain of his fur. "Unnnn. Unnnn!"

Melissa was enjoying herself, her passion increasing with each hump, becoming more demanding as she nuzzled closer to the Great Dane as if he were a boy. Her hand skimmed over the big dog, rubbing his belly and his flank. "Claud," she whimpered. She touched his face, her hand getting licked by his tongue. It made her shudder, wanting him to french her, plunge his tongue into her mouth.

Scrambling into position, she faced him. She stroked his coat again, wallowing in the wet warmth of his tongue as he licked her face. Her hands became more active, kneading his muscular frame, working on and around his hind legs and underneath his belly, trying to summon up the courage to touch his forbidden cock and hairy balls.

"Lick me," she sighed, opening her mouth and positioning her face close to the dog. "Kiss me." With her hand touching her bare pussy, she closed her eyes when Claudius snaked his tongue into her mouth, wiggling it into her throat. She sucked on his tongue as they kissed.

Gurgling in her throat, she pretended she was in bed with a boy and it was his tongue she was sucking on. She began to tremble, her head spinning, her fantasy swallowing her up. She sucked on him, her hand leaving her pussy, going to his belly, trembling as she inched boldly closer to the dog's hidden prick.

Claudius calmly swiped his long tongue across the horny child's face. He was taking pleasure in her petting. He loved the times when his mistress would spend almost an entire evening attending to him and stroking him. He whimpered, showing his pleasure to the girl who acted like his mistress.

"Ummmm, yessss, Claud," she cooed. "I'm all wet between my legs. Your kissing has me all hot and bothered." She was really into her fantasy, her young fertile mind swimming in the joy of being able to relate her passion, even if only to a dog. "I'll bet you're hot too, huh?"