Working With daddy In The Kennel - Sex Stories

Working With daddy In The Kennel

... lashed out with my hand, feigning the indignant outrage of a schoolgirl just felt up. The fiend quickly dodged in retreat, and I felt my honor had been satisfied. However, that situation just barely resolved, another furry muzzle probed my crotch, this time from behind. Still squatting, I swiped at him, but caught only air. Several other dogs pressed in. Giggling at this game, I sought to maintain my modesty, grabbing the hem of my mini skirt, trying to tuck it inward and cover myself from their rude advances. However, it was far to short to provide any degree of protection, so I started to stand up. Suddenly there was a tugging at my skirt. One of the dogs had latched onto the material and thrashed his head back and forth. Not yet filled out to womanly dimensions, my hips lacked sufficient swell to tightly seat that article of clothing and resist the downward force. In a half crouch, my hands shot to my waistline in an attempt to catch the slipping material. I was too late. The skirt was tugged off and finally caught, about halfway down my legs. The little mini wrapped around my knees and tangled me up like a small straight jacket. I stumbled forward, dropping to my hands and knees. The dogs followed me down, closing in. I tried to stand, but found myself trapped and snared. In moving forward, several members of the dog pack now stood firmly on the mini skirt, which pinned my knees to the floor. "Stop it!" I protested, but only half heartedly. One of the few things that I ...

... did enjoy about my job was rough-housing around with the larger dogs. I giggled childishly and tried to push them away, but they closed right back in. My panty clad rump swayed in the air as I laughed and wriggled on the floor, trying to squirm out of the tangle of my skirt which held me pinned. With my knees wrapped tightly together, I had a poor stance for maintaining my balance. My playful thrashing about threw me off, and a gentle nudge by one of the dogs behind me was all it took to send me sprawling awkwardly to the floor of the kennel. With a playful bark and growl, the dog who had initiated my disrobing lunged for the mini skirt. Freed of my weight, it slipped the rest of the way down my legs and was tugged off my feet in a few quick jerks. Pleased with his prize, the doggy trotted off to a secluded corner of the pen and proceeded to busy himself by nuzzling the crotch area of the skirt. Meanwhile, I lay sprawled, spread-eagle on the floor as the remainder of the pack pranced around above me. Again, I felt their cold furry snouts investigate my panties. Now, I might be a blonde, but even I managed to figure out at this point that they had taken an interest in the distinctly female odor issuing from my juicy panties. I was so dewy wet, you didn't need sophisticated canine senses to pick up the musky smell of my female pheromones. Hot young girl pussy was in the air, even I could smell it. I found the scent of myself in heat very exciting, so the effect my wafting twat ...