Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pet peeve

Melissa Tolan stood behind the counter of her father's pet salon and boarding kennel rubbing her thighs together.

"Ooooo!" she cooed almost silently, feeling the creamy fuck juices in her young pussy squish inside her virgin cunt. "Ooooo! I'm hot."

It was getting worse every day, the nights even more terrible. She swooned, her hands going down to her crotch. She stroked her teen-age pussy through her tight jeans, her knees buckling. She leaned against the counter for support, wishing the itch would go away, but knew it wouldn't. Even her fingers at night only quenched the desire in her cunt for a brief period. It had become an every-night ritual with occasional lapses like now, when she couldn't even think straight.

With the counter to hide behind, Melissa opened her jeans, groping inside and underneath the elastic band of her panties.

"Aaaah!" She sighed, her fingers dipping between the puffy lips of her moist virgin cunt.

Looking at the door and praying no one would come in and disturb her frenzied actions, Melissa stroked her tiny clit. Whimpering and panting, she trembled and humped her hand.

Her eyes rolled in her head, her hand manipulating her clit roughly, needing the release of an orgasm. She opened the cabinet below the counter. The edge fit snugly against her crotch. With her eyes fixed on the front door, she worked her pussy back and forth, the warm tingly delightful sensations driving her wild. She pulled back the skin that protected her clit, digging into the cabinet door.

"Ooooo," she whimpered, wishing she wasn't alone, wishing there was someone to tell how she felt. "It feels gooood."

She slipped her hand out of her jeans and leaned against the counter for support, her forearms against the counter top. She stared blankly out at the empty salon, wishing she were naked and someone was watching. "Ohhh, God," she sobbed, humping the door as if it were a cock.

Faster and faster, she slid her young virgin cunt along the cabinet door, the orgasm she craved drawing closer and closer. Her mouth opened and her eyes popped. Her climax washed over her like gentle waves caressing a beach. She grit her teeth, hating the weakness of it. She jabbed angrily into the door, trying to get more feeling, but it was futile.

She put her hand back inside her pants, clawing her pussy. Her crotch was soaked with fuck juice. "Un, un, un," she whimpered, pulling and tugging on her cut, the frustration of her weak climax plaguing her mind and body.

"Ohhhh, noooo," she wailed, seeing a woman outside, a fawn-colored Great Dane by her side. "Shhhit!" Her hand came quickly out of her jeans and she zipped them up as the tall elegant woman entered the salon.

"I'm Mrs. Mendell," the tall raven-haired beauty said, the handsome dog sitting obediently by her side. "Is Neil Tolan here?"

Melissa smiled, her face flushed, her blue eyes misty. "He's away this morning, Mrs. Mendell," she said, her voice wavering as she tried to control her emotions. "I'm his daughter. Can I help you?"

"Aren't you a little young to be running everything while your father's away?" Linda Mendell asked, giving the pretty child a more detailed appraisal.

"I've worked with my father since I was a kid," Melissa said defiantly. "I know everything about dogs and running the shop."

A warm friendly smile appeared on Linda Mendell's beautiful face. She liked the spunk of the pretty child. In some ways, Melissa Tolan reminded her of herself when she was that age. A sensuous grin played at the corners of her mouth as she speculated on the child's sexual drive. She had spotted right off that the teen-ager was in a heated emotional state when she came in the store.

Linda looked at Melissa's small rounded tits covered by her light summer top. With her blue eyes and blonde hair worn in pigtails, the child looked like summer's innocence. "Do you like animals?"

"Very much," Melissa said. She peered over the counter at Mrs. Mendell's magnificent beast. "He's gorgeous."

"I'm glad you think so," Linda said, stroking the broad head of her Great Dane. "Claudius is the reason I'm here. I'm boarding him here for a few days."

"I can take care of that," Melissa offered.

Linda Mendell dropped a check on the counter. "If it's more when I return, I'll pay the balance." She winked at Melissa. "He's a very special dog. I hope you'll take a personal interest in his welfare."

"I will," Melissa promised.

"Good. If you do, when I pick him up, there'll be a nice tip in it for you."

Melissa was thrilled. A tip would help her buy more clothes for school next month. "I'll treat him like one of the family."

"Be sure and groom him every day. He loves it. In fact, he hasn't been groomed today."

"I'll take care of it right away," Melissa promised as Mrs. Mendell turned and walked to the front door.

"Bye, child," Linda Mendell purred. "I know you'll treat Claudius as your close friend." She left Melissa alone with the giant Dane.

Melissa came out from behind the counter and went to the door, watching the beautiful woman climb into the long black limousine. "God, she must be rich," she sighed, leering at the car pulling into the traffic and wondering how big her tip would be.

"Now, let's take care of you," Melissa said to the calm Great Dane who was staring at her with dark, brooding, brown eyes. Taking his leash, she led him into the back and up onto a small platform. "I'm going to have your coat so glossy when your mistress returns that she won't recognize you."

The animal, knowing what to expect, stood on the raised platform, waiting patiently to be brushed. He wagged his skinny tail as the pretty little girl returned with a coarse brush for his tan coat.

"Your mistress is a very rich lady," she said to the handsome beast as if he were human. She stroked the brush along his flank. "I'll bet you have things real easy around the house, huh?"

Claudius lapped at the teen-ager's face, swiping across her cheek with his broad pink tongue.

"Uuuueeww," Melissa cooed. "You better save that for your girl friends." She brushed his coat along his back and down his hind leg. "You're a very handsome dog."

The Dane licked her face again, wetting her cheeks with his doggie spit. Being persistent, he turned to face her, licking her again, his tongue lapping across the child's lips.

The warmth of the dog's tongue triggered something in Melissa. Instead of moving away, she allowed the dog to lick her as much as he wanted, enjoying his long sweeping strokes. "You're horny, like me, huh?" she panted, his impertinent tongue rekindling the smoldering embers in her pussy. "You probably need a girl doggie."

She panted hungrily, her mouth open. In the same instant, Claudius' tongue entered her mouth. She stepped back, shocked. The penetration of his tongue had jolted her, causing her stomach to churn." Oooh, Claudius," she moaned. Her eyes caught a glimpse of his prick peeking out from his sheath. She gasped. "You're horny as hell!"

The dog barked and Melissa stared at him, a raunchy idea entering her young nubile mind. She stepped closer to the dog, forgetting about the brush. She hugged him. "You'll be my boyfriend for the rest of the morning." She rubbed her body against him, trembling inside as her mind swirled in a sea of dangerous and dirty thoughts.

She offered the dog her face again, letting him lick and slobber all her mouth and neck. It was forbiddenly exciting and her young pussy began to leak its virgin fuck juices in hopeful anticipation. Her cunt knew and her body knew what was troubling the child. Only the girl herself refused to think about the sinful thoughts that entered her mind at night in the darkness, in the safety of her own bed.