Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

She would think no more of her gloomy disposition, she vowed… but only of the brighter side, such as the fact that at least she was with Jeff and that they could be alone together at night to make beautiful love… and perhaps that very night to come it would happen… that moment of splendour she had almost reached not so many hours before…!

Claudia ran her hand over one of the fully mature German Shepherd's sleek coat as she quietly watched Jeff spoon out generous gobs of raw meat, ground to their liking, into the separate dog dishes. She decided that she liked the way his long, chestnut hair hung down over the crisp white short-sleeved shirt she insisted he wear as part of the domestic's laundered uniform. She studied his handsome face, intriguing eyes and wide, honest mouth, and at that moment, she knew he would possess him one way or another, no matter what tantrums her pompous little niece threw herself into.

Jeff went about his veterinary tasks with enthusiasm, the anger he had felt when he left Toni quite diminished, his faith in their future warmly inspired by the morning sun and sweet smell of the rich greenery of the Alabama estate. When he was finished glopping the raw dinner into the dishes he stood back, watching the eagerly wagging tails of the fourteen dogs waiting for the signal to indulge. More polite and better trained than some of his fraternity brothers, he remarked to the seductive dog trainer.

"Wow! How do you get those beasts to behave so well, Aunt Claudia? You must be one heck of a trainer."

"Yes, Jeff I am. That's because I give my animals the best of tender loving care."

"Oh," he managed, forcing himself to ignore the seductiveness in her words, concentrating on the eager dogs instead.

When her power-hungry fantasies had been satisfied, she shot a smug smirk toward Jeff who stood above her, hands on his slender hips, Claudia gave the command and the fourteen dogs raced for their individual dishes, then sat back on their haunches to daintily nibble at the food. Jeff shook his head in sheer amazement. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, admiring the sleek self-sure animals with manners akin to human.

"I love them all. Sometimes I come out here and lay in the grass and play with them all one at a time. They're such devoted animals, you know," she said with a twinkle in her devilish eyes. "I take off all of my clothes and soak in the sunshine. It makes me feel so healthy and alive." She gave her shoulder a seductive shrug. "It's so peaceful and green out here," she continued, watching the young boy with an obvious expression of awe on his rugged handsome face. And with that brief warning, she stood up, unzipped her sun dress and wiggled out of it, knowing that he was gaping at her as she stood in her black bikini panties and wispy bra… shocked, no doubt, but certainly stimulated too by her unexpected actions… unless he was a hell of a lot less man than she'd watched on the video machine the night before.

Jeff stood with his hands thrust nervously into his Levi's pockets; he shuffled his feet and pretended to be fixated on one of the German Shepherd's sleek mannerisms.

"There, now I feel more like myself," Claudia said, twirling with statuesque elegance to show of her ivory-skinned body, the black wispy panties and bra adding a provocative note of sensuality to an otherwise well-outlined image.

Jeff swallowed tightly, watching her glide over to a weeping willow tree on the other side of the kennel's exercise run, and lie down on the grass like a forest-land nymph. Goddamn! He had to put this beautiful siren straight before things went any further… and there was no longer any doubt in his mind what she had clicking in that brain of hers… only this time she'd picked the wrong guy! He was damned near a married man, and he loved her niece!

"Well, darting, aren't you going to join me?" she flirtatiously pouted with a beautiful smile. And then more concernedly: "Do I shock you or just turn you on?"

There was no doubt at all! She really was trying to seduce him. Jeff felt his face flushing even under his tanned cheeks, aware suddenly that his cock was half-hard inside his pants, adding to his reasons for standing there without moving; one step in either direction and that prick of his would stick straight out and that would be nothing short of humiliating! He clenched his fists inside his pockets and fumbled around, trying to make it look as though it was his hands making that huge bulge in the centre of his pants. Simply staring at her, he tried to think of what to say that could possibly end this incredible situation.

Her little giggle surprised him… frightened him, too, as he watched her crook her finger toward him. Sensing his reticence, she rose to her feet and languorously strolled to his side and drew him to her. She eased close to him then, her whole ravishing length of hot female body pressing tightly and hotly to him, her erect pointed breasts flattening against his lower chest as her arms snaked around his neck and pelvis ground snugly into his.

Startled, Jeff could neither breathe nor speak. Automatically, his hands closed on the velvety soft, jellied flesh at the small of her back, feeling the muscles ripple lightly beneath as a little tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves openly upon his own.

Eventually, she said; "How does that strike you for starters?"

Jeff raised his head, half-gasping in confusion, but still holding her. "I-I… damn, Mrs. Baline… I-I don't know what you're trying to do… but – but you've got the wrong man…!" he awkwardly stammered, feeling his hardening cock stirring responsively to the barely perceptive undulating motion of her pelvis and full, rounded thighs.

She tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before backing out of his arms. "Really, Jeff dear, I wasn't of the opinion that you have much of a bargaining point," she said with cold matter of factness. "You were hired to take on chores here." Jeff gaped after her, his flustered brain rapidly becoming intoxicated on the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body, enhanced by her aristocratic walk. He could feel his cock stirring into a state of unwanted, embarrassing rigidity and when he stared back over her shoulder he saw that her dark, glittering eyes locked on it in amused delight.

"Has Toni been satisfying that of late?" she taunted.

Jeff sensed his face flushing again. He cleared his throat and tried: "Look, Mrs. Baline… let's get this straight."

"Call me Claudia, when we're like this… and leave off the Aunt," she said, tilting her beautiful head cutely as she folded down onto the grass once more.

"All right then, Claudia. You know I love Toni very much. Gosh, I want to marry her," he managed, sounding very much to himself like a pleading child.

"That's noble of you, Jeff," she replied motherly. "But you're not married, yet, dear, and a young man like yourself needs a good education in sexual matters before he takes on a woman… that is, if he's going to keep her happy and at home… in his bed." She broke into a slow smile.

She couldn't have made it more plain how she spelled it out for him, Jeff realised, his guts knotting hollowly at her veiled, obvious insinuation… and the absolute insane part of it was that she was anything but hard to take! Christ, she was breathtaking… and here she was trying to coerce him… into fucking her! What the hell else?

"I do shock you, don't I?" she said rather than asked, "And you're wondering about my husband, too… but don't. We have a rare understanding that permits these little affairs though I don't like having to beg this way; but sometimes a woman, a sensuous woman like myself does have to resort to desperate measures to get what, or whom she wants."

She slipped her arm around his neck, her thigh and hip pressuring down meaningfully onto his still half-erect cock. "So let's just forget relatives, shall we, lover?"