Kristy After School - Sex Stories

Kristy After School

... is your own. I was struck with the urge to sneak into the bathroom, slip out of my panties and suck my juices out of the gooey cotton crotch. However, I resisted for now. They would stay warm and sticky for some time to come, and sometimes Daddy left work early, leaving me to lock up and do whatever other business I could better do in complete privacy. Then I could hop naked into Daddy's favorite office chair - a large leather high back swivel model - and dig my fingers into my syrupy pink slit. I loved to cum in Daddy's chair, smearing my dripping pussy all over the expensive Italian leather. After numerous sessions, I had permanently marked it as my territory, the smell of the fine upholstery now mixed with the scent of my girlie cum, soaked repeatedly into the stuffing. "Aren't you cold in here, with ah... that outfit? Daddy asked, unable to keep his eyes from being drawn to the erect points of my nipples which showed quite clearly through my thin cutoff shirt.

Of course I was cold, the tattered bottom of the shirt thrust outward by the firm twin globes of my sweet round titties, leaving an ample amount of bare midriff. However, a mild chill in the air always perked my nipples into erect little bullets, and I knew the sight of such delightfully suckable nubs perched so proudly on my plump, ripening breasts was driving him slowly insane. This was all part of my daily teasing and torment of my daddy, so I made it a point to never wear a bra at work, and whenever ...

... possible, put as much bounce and jiggle in my step as I could get away with. "Oh no, not at all." I lied in an innocent baby doll voice. "I guess I'm just a hot blooded girl.." "Yes, well, I guess so." He stammered. "Well, I err... I have to stop off on the way home from work and get some supplies. Could you please could finish up feeding the dogs for me and then lock up? Thanks Sweety." His right hand, hidden under the desk, groped at his rigid cock and adjusted its position. He rose awkwardly from his desk, and hurriedly gathered his things, his pants doing little to conceal his large, painful erection, or the tell-tale wet spot of precum which often stained his pants after a few hours of my relentless teasing. I ran my soft pink tongue over my lips and wished him a nice trip home. As he walked stiffly out the front door, I turned my attention to the work at hand - feeding time. The quicker I got on that, the faster I would be out of here. I started with the pack of large male dogs we kept penned up in the first kennel. I stepped into the roomlike cage and carefully latched the door behind me. The dogs seemed more excited than usual, even for feeding time. I thought nothing of it however, setting the heavy bag of feed on the floor and proceeded to tear it open. "Hey! Look out dammit!" I shouted in protest as the gang of dogs closed in and knocked the bag over in their frenzy. Grumbling, I squatted down, trying to collect the mess into a pile before the pack spread it all over the ...