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Working With daddy In The Kennel

"Kristy, honey, could you get the Peterson file for me?" Daddy asked, looking up from his desk. "Sure," I grumbled. I hated working for my dad at the kennel. All my friends got to run around after school. My dad, on the other hand, thought this would be a positive experience for me, and insisted that I spend some hours after school and on the weekends working in the family business. I figure he also had a secondary motive. My tits, were huge for my age, and my ass was perfect. I think he was looking to keep me out of harms way by hiding me away at the kennel where the local boys couldn't get into my pants. But I was a spoiled little girl, and felt I shouldn't have to take that sort of treatment, so I was determined to make him pay for that and went out of my way to make things miserable for him in the only way I knew how. I swished over to the file cabinet, my short black mini skirt barely covering my delightfully rounded butt cheeks. Cheerleading and playground activities kept my body taunt and trim. Wrapped in my swirling mini, the twin apples of my rump made a bold, firm outline. I was a pretty hot, dangerous little package, and I knew the effect I had on men. I grinned to myself. The Peterson file would be in the bottom drawer, so I had an excellent opportunity to tease my daddy. I purposely bent at the waist so that my short skirt rode up high over my hips and butt, exposing my secret girlish charms to plain sight. The sheer cotton material of my tight little pink ...

... panties snugged thong-like up into the crack of my ass. As I had hoped, the panty crotch twisted, bunched, and slipped neatly between the pouty hairless lips of my ripe, plump cunt mound, splitting my humid, pink folds and exposing them to my daddy's view. Framed between my creamy white thighs, my bald little pussy muffin stuck out below my skirt, shamelessly presented. I was reminded of the actions of our female dogs in heat, the way they would strut about, tail in the air, rubbing their loins in the snout of any and all male dogs they could find. What would my daddy do, I wondered, if I simply backed up to him and pressed my rump in his face, sliding my sweet little twat all around and leaving his stern expression smeared with my warm, tasty juices? Probably have a heart attack right on the spot! Reaching for the requested file, I wiggled my ass for effect, and stifled a groan of delight as the undies rode through my pudgy little twat, grinding and rubbing across my stiffening clit. Already I could sense my pussy begin to moisten, and felt the wadded cotton crotch soak up my slippery wetness. I sniffed the air - the musky smell of my oozing virgin fuck slot was unmistakable. The irresistible pheromones of my snug tender pussy filled the room. I knew the hot scent of my buttery teen vagina would work its charms on any male nearby, and yet my daddy's huge cock could find no satisfaction. He was a moral, family man and I knew he would fight off the animal urge to fuck his dick into ...