Elizabeth Watson - The doggie doctor

For several moments, Mimi just stood there, her legs quivering wearily, her naked buttocks swaying gently from side to side. She could not bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her wetly nibbling cunt until the dying throb of her climax was stilled within her body. At last she heard the bed squeak in the room beyond, jarring her back to consciousness. Peering through the crack of the door, she saw her roommate lying alone on the bed. The girl's legs were parted, her buttocks raised as though she had been frozen in that fucking position. Her face was turned toward Mimi in a blank stare, her hands cupped over her young heaving breasts in a gesture of complete satiation. Slowly Mimi's fingers slipped moistly from her own requited cunt; slowly she turned from the door.

Oh Lord, what kind of people was she stuck with for the summer? What kind of woman would make love to a dog and like it?!

Picking up her suitcase, Mimi headed for the grove of fruit trees, far away from the summer home to erase any shreds of suspicion her blonde roommate might have should she awaken from her sex-trance to find a strange girl gawking through the door at her in a most personal and intimate moment. Mimi propped her suitcase under the pear tree and rested back on the cool green grass that tickled her bare legs delicately and dozed off into a semi-consciousness. In moments her eyelids flickered in sleepy dream. Not until someone tapped her on the shoulder did she wake up.

Mimi Spender clenched her eyes tightly shut, refusing to give up the lassitude of afternoon dreams, despite the insistent tap on her left shoulder. Her eyes blinked once and the summer breeze blew silken strands of her chestnut hair across her relaxed face. The effort of reaching up with one hand awakened her senses, then, and the events of the day flooded back on her in startling reality. Her father's encouragements, the empty house… and later on her own lewd masturbation while a girl she didn't know had twisted and writhed with a dog in sexual coupling… a debauchery Mimi, despite her countrified experience, didn't even know was possible. And then finally her own uncontrollable release as the sensations of lust had built into an insane tempo and she had succumbed to her pent-up desires. Her inhibitions – usually well guarded and labeled chaste by an over-active morality – had crumbled unexplainably, with the fingers of one hand sluicing wetly into the hotly gushing portals of her cunt until she had come to orgasm. And that was what clung to her fingers now as they grazed across her nose to wipe the hair from her eyes – the telltale scent of her own lust. And that rawness and vague feeling of being spent and used had come from fingering herself. Oh shame!

"… Mimi…?" came a far-away sounding voice. "… Mimi…?" it repeated, as gentle as the wind in the pear tree above.

Reluctantly, in slow motion, Mimi raised her head to stare into the dimpled face of Carrie who stood above her, her golden-wheat tanned body audaciously exposed in a pair of white tennis shorts and a stretchy tube-top of a brilliant cherry red. "What are you doing asleep under the tree? We've been looking for you…"

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry…" Mimi's bewilderment at Carrie's change of heart attitude left her vulnerably impressionable, and for a moment Mimi wasn't sure this was even the same cattish green-eyed girl who'd so suspiciously assayed her the day before. A friendliness, vague though it seemed, had replaced that razor sharp edge of distrust. "Is… Is Ed waiting for me?"

Carrie's dimples deepened. "He sure is… he wants to show you around the grounds and get you set up in the summer house. Brenda's leaving tonight for the week… I'm not sure what her excuse is, but Ed needs to show you the kennels and give instructions on feeding the pups."

Mimi stumbled to her feet, following Carrie's footsteps to the summer home where Mimi deposited her suitcase and bedroll and then made her way to dog kennels where Ed waiting with foot-tapping impatience. His glowering smile made her stiffen, and instinctively, she didn't like him.

My Lord there's something so familiar in that look… Dobkins… the way he looked at me before he attacked me! That same dirty old man grin that wouldn't accept no as an answer!

Her eyes shot back at Carrie and found no reassurance there. Mimi shivered in the bright afternoon sunlight, feeling trapped in a time zone like some crazy midnight space odyssey.

Wobbly kneed, the coed forced her concentration on the six week old puppies yelping and whining at her feet, one nibbling at the toes of her sandaled feet, while another – the runt of the litter – ran with his tail between his legs, hovering at her feet while the bully of the litter chased him, nipping at his stubby tail. "Poor little baby," Mimi empathized, getting down on her haunches to scoop up the yelping puppy in her arms, and looked straight into the eyes of the male German Shepherd who'd made love to that girl in the summer home! Mimi stiffened. An evil, menacing stare leveled at her from intense dog's eyes, and an ominous shiver coursed up her some.

Ed hovered about, grating out directions, instructions, rations, and cautions. Mimi heard little of it. Those canine eyes held her captive, causing something obscenely sexual to trigger in her mind. Lord what was going on inside her head?

They left her then with the bag of dog food, the empty dishes and the water bucket, with a horde of dogs jumping lip on her legs begging for attention, hungry and impatient. Calmed now that Ed and Carrie had left her alone, Mimi went about her task of scooping out a handful of dry dog food into each dish, then pouring fresh water in the centrally located watering dishes. It was dog for dog competing for the food, and as always, the bigger animals gulped down their food then moved to their neighbor's dish to finish his before the smaller jaws had gotten their fill. Like dominoes, the bigger puppies shoved the little ones over… one down the line… leaving the runt of the litter a hungry waif. Mimi was considering refilling the dishes when she heard a sharp whine and glanced over her shoulder to watch the big male German Shepherd take off after the runt of the litter, chasing him through the open gate of the kennel, down the path leading toward the summer home and disappear around the corner.

"Oh, God, no!" heaved Mimi. First I fell asleep on the job, then the dogs get loose! Great… they're really going to think I'm a stupid chick! Dropping the scoop of dried food, she took out after the dogs, careful to close the gate behind her, wondering what trumped up excuse she could give Ed for her blatant negligence…

She found the great male dog standing outside the door of the summer house, the door still ajar. Guessing the pup had found refuge under her bed or in back of the single dresser she would be sharing with the mysterious blonde, Mimi got down on her knees under the bed and found the pup shivering with fright, huddled in the corner near the wall.

How to get him out? Tact… Down on her knees, she bent even lower, her face close to the floor, her breasts touching it, her shapely buttocks spread and raised in lewd enticement as the narrow crotchband of her Levi's hiked up to wedge in the crevice of her buttocks.

"Come on little puppy," she encouraged. "Come on little puppy," she encouraged. "Come on… don't let that big bully scare you. Come on… Mimi won't let you get hurt…" Slowly, she reached out her hand to grab his leg or the scruff in back of his neck. Balancing herself with the palm of her left hand placed flat against the floor, she reached for it with her right, stretching her arm as far as it would go in the narrow space. It was no good – she couldn't reach the pup who huddled closer to the wall now.