Chapter 1

"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 went shopping 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. Lust was influencing my 18 year old body, so my firm breasts and rounded hips had developed into womanly proportions. 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 panties. 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 aerobic activities kept my body taunt and trim. Wrapped in my swirling mini, the twin apples of my rump made a bold, firm outline, and yet maintained just enough of what I might call baby fat to give me a soft quality. Basically my total look was a sweet 5"3, 100lbs, with blond'ish hair tied in a ponytail, firm 34C boobs, pouting yet mischievous grin, available on command. That was me in a nutshell. I was turning into a very hot dangerous little package, and was beginning to learn the effect that had on men.

I grinned to myself because "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 bum. As I had hoped, the panty crotch twisted, bunched, and slipped neatly between my pouting hairless lips of my ripe, plump pussy mound, splitting my pink folds and exposing them to my daddy's view. Framed between my creamy white thighs, my bald little kitty 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 tulip 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 rump for effect, and stifled a groan of delight as my panties rode through my lips, grinding and rubbing across my stiffening clit. Already I could sense my pussy beginning to moisten, and felt the wadded cotton crotch soak up my slippery wetness. I sniffed the air. The musky smell of my oozing virgin flower was unmistakable. The irresistible pheromones of my snug tender pussy filled the room. I knew the hot scent of my buttery vulva 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 his baby girl's quivering pink folds. It was a delightful, no risk game for me to play. I grinned as another gush of my warm pussy lube turned my panty crotch into a sweltering, sloppy mess. I clamped my legs together, worried that my abundant wetness would begin dripping down my thighs. I would soon have to finger myself to work off my growing arousal, but it was well worth it if I could torment my daddy in the process.

From behind me, I had apparently gotten the desired effect, as I heard a quiet groan from Daddy, who shifted uncomfortably behind his desk, adjusting the incessant hard on which I delighted in causing him. Concealed in his pants, daddy had a huge cock. His erections always bulged fiercely, and must have been terribly painful to keep confined. I figured he wouldn't be able to take many more weeks of this, and by summer, I would be out of a job and back with my friends.

"Got that nice stiff bone on for your little girl's juicy pussy, Daddy?" I thought smugly to myself. "Gosh, whatever will we do about that? Tough! Live with it!." But by the time I turned around from the file cabinet, I had wiped the grin off my face and politely handed him the Peterson file. Daddy pretended to be absorbed in his paperwork, but I could feel his eyes intently focused on my soft young body as he sneaked a glance over the top of his file. Pretending to be unaware of his lustful, piercing gaze, I made a further show of it. Under the pretense of biting a troublesome nail, I sensuously sucked on the tip of my finger and stared off into space.

My other hand seemed to absent-mindedly slip under the hem of my little dress and tugged my damp, twisted panties out of the clefts of my butt and pussy. I snagged one of the elastic leggings, pulled and then released. In the quiet of the office, the resulting "snap" as it seated itself back against my firm rump flesh was unmistakable. Barely covered from Daddy's prying eyes, my finger caressed across the protruding mound of my cotton covered kitty, coming away with a sample of my slippery girl dew which had seeped into the panty crotch. Daddy's chair creaked and groaned as he shifted again, his raging erection trapped in his pants and obviously putting him in quite a state of discomfort. I nearly let a giggle escape, but that would have spoiled the game.

I quieted myself by trading fingers in my mouth, discretely slipping my sticky finger into my red-rouged lips and savoring the warm shimmering coating. Nothing sweeter than wet pussy, so they say, even if it 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. 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 girl 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. Damn right I was cold, the tattered bottom of the shirt thrust outward by the firm twin globes of my breasts, leaving an ample amount of bare midriff. In addition, 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, ripened melons 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 little 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 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 telltale 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 that we kept penned up in the first kennel. I stepped into the huge room-like 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 pen. To my surprise however, they didn't pay any attention to the spilled pile of dog food on the floor. Instead, they seemed just seemed happy to see me, closing in from all sides, whining and rubbing up against me. Then I felt a furry snout slip between my legs and brush up against my crotch. His cold nose pressed into my panties and then he licked me through the thin cotton material, butthole to clit in one long swipe. I yelped in surprise and 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. The skirt was old, one of my favorites, but it was still old and was wearing out. I had to constantly sew on a new fastening button and fix the zipper. This was my current problem, it broke again and now my skirt zipper was beginning to slip. 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 roughhousing around with the larger dogs. I giggled childishly and tried to push them away, but they closed right back in. My panty clad behind swayed in the air as I laughed and wriggled on the floor, trying to squirm out of the tangle of my skirt which held I 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 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 and 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 kitty was having on this pack of dogs was understandable. As I lay prone, wet furry snouts pushed into my cotton clad crotch from above and behind, probing, licking my pussy through the moistening material. Others squirmed and prodded at the taunt elastic around my thighs, seeking to sneak inside along that route.

A cold nose pried between my quivering butt cheeks and pressed firmly against my puckered anus. The dog snorted with delight, and a puff of warm air caressed the opening to my rectum through my panties. I shivered in response, and felt my puckered bumhole blossom open. The snouts in my crotch pressed in harder, slurping at my gooey panties, but realizing that the tastier treasure of my plump pussy mound lay concealed just beyond. Growling noises of frustration were uttered as the pack tried in vain to find a way past the persistent panty barrier and into my irresistible honeypot. Perhaps I should have taken notice of the growing sense of urgency which was whipping the dog pack into a lustful frenzy, but all that delightful licking and probing in my loins had dulled my sense of reason. Besides, I was just an innocent little 18 year old girl, sheltered from the world, and didn't really have an understanding of the situation I was creating.

Anyway, I could have gotten up right then and there and put a stop to this, but something in me said that all this licking and attention on my pussy was too good to pass up. Surely their talented tongues could lick me to a far more delightful orgasm than I could ever achieve with just my fingers stuffed in me. After teasing my daddy all day, I was awfully hot and bothered, and in desperate demand of some relief. Decision made, I scrambled up onto my hands and knees and arched my back, sticking my creamy white rump up high in the air. My panties snugged tight across my pubic mound as I spread my knees wide, trying to give the dogs easy access to my covered, juicy pussy. A shiver of excitement coursed through me as they went to work, licking and sucking at my tasty pink briefs and the bald plump rise of my leaky pussy hidden underneath. My loins began to twitch and lube dripped out of my slit, feeding my puppies. I knew that a warm, sticky cumming would soon be at hand.

A short shriek escaped me as my rump got nipped in the frenzy. At first I thought it was just a case of over excitement, but a second nip on the butt followed, proving that the first was no accident. This was followed by a ripping sound. Looking back behind me, I saw a black husky, the one we called Max, looking proud as could be with a thin shredded strip of my pink panties dangling from his mouth. There was a brief silence as the pack paused. Max had found a way to breach the hated panties and a few of the other dogs seemed to pick up on the idea. I took a few more nips on the ass as the pack attacked my cotton undies, but I held my ground, sensing it would be worthwhile. In less than a minute the remains of my underwear hung in wet tattered ribbons, no longer a barrier to the prying snouts of the dog pack. Exposed to their intent gazes, I felt my loins quiver with anticipation as my moist, ruffled pussy lips unfurled, revealing the wet tasty pinkness inside. The next level of play had begun. I knelt there, exposed and defenseless before the dog pack. Just how much so I would come to realize later that night.

The excited pack milled around like puppies at feeding time. Except today, the menu was different. Today the house special was virgin pussy, served up in a sauce of warm sticky juice, and a side order of tender, puckered bumhole, all garnished on a bed of ripped pink panties. The raw scent wafting from the humid slippery depths of my vagina beckoned them, and their long wet tongues washed over my crotch. My rump was soon slobbering with doggy saliva. Max attacked me with great enthusiasm, somewhat like a dog trying to lick the remains of the peanut butter out of a jar. He pressed his snout deep into my vulva, and his rough tongue explored my silky pussy. A second dog attended to my double penetration, slurping between my firm creamy rump cheeks, and zeroing in on my pink rectal gate. With his persistent effort, and my efforts to relax myself, he had managed to pry open the puckered rosette of my anus, and was giving my clutching hole a wet, oral treatment.

The twin doggy tongues rimmed my love portals, pleasuring me beyond all description. I shrieked again, but this time in delight, as I came with an intensity I had never before experienced. Cream flooded out of my pussy, driving Max into a frenzy. I reached back with both hands and pried my butt cheeks apart, wanting to get their snouts as deep in me as they could go. The two doggy tongues worked frantically, digging deep into my pussy and bumhole. My hips pumped involuntarily as I gasped for breath. I finished off my first healthy cum, and was well on my way to another. I was in orgasm ecstasy. I suppose I should have realized that I was being selfish, but I was caught up in the excitement of the moment. I felt like a queen with a troop of servants at my beck and call for my pleasure. Down on my knees, surrounded by this pack of friendly dogs, I would have been content to have them tongue me up the pussy and bum, lust juice and doggie spit running down my smooth, silky thighs until I had cum to my satisfaction. The pack however had other ideas, and would see to it that they're own satisfaction would be paid in full.

The big husky pulled his snout out of my churning kitty, and nipped at the second dog whose tongue was so delightfully servicing my bum. With a wet slurp his long tongue withdrew, and both my holes stood empty. I groaned in frustration.

"Come on Max," I cooed, swiveling my hips lewdly. "Suck my little pussy dry. Come on doggy, yummies!" My fingers began to creep upwards along the insides of my thighs, almost unconsciously. If these stupid dogs wouldn't finish the job they started, I knew that digging a finger or two into my buttery pussy, (and yes, maybe even easing a couple into the slippery confines of my hot little rectum - although I'd never tried that before) would do the trick. However, I never got the chance.

The first hint I had of Max's inclinations was when he reared up and mounted me. I was shocked at this unexpected turn of events and tried to escape him, crawling forward on the floor. I felt his rigid penis prodding at my groin as he wrapped his front paws around me. I realized then the meaning of the position I had assumed. I had presented myself submissively before the large powerful animal and pressed my juicing snatch onto his snout, the classic actions of a needful doggy in heat. The message was clear. This bitch wanted cock! The large husky had never taken a human girl before, but surely my sticky pussy was as good as any doggy, so his reaction to mount me was only natural.

This realization would help me little now. At that point I was already trapped, locked in the clamp of his powerful grip, but my terror of the pending canine rape kept me struggling. My game had gone terribly awry. With tears in my eyes, I twisted and bucked, trying to squirm out from underneath him as he humped me, his steely shaft trying to score the opening to my tight, dodging pussy. His forepaws slid further up my back, seeking to better control me. My shirt was dragged upward around my shoulders and my rounded breasts sprang free. My taunt rump cheeks and hanging breasts jiggled with each of his impacting, misfired thrusts. His cockhead dragged across my mound, often coming dangerously close to achieving that terrifying penetration, but then I would twist away, delaying the inevitable.

Max finally grew tired of this game. Although he heard my cries of distress, begging him to stop, the irresistible scent of my honeypot in heat, and my spread, defenseless position beneath him was all the permission he needed. Max had taken plenty of reluctant bitches in his past, all better fighters than myself. As I trembled, already pinned on my hands and knees, I really should have realized that my struggles would be in vain. I cursed the tattered remains of my pink panties, no longer able to protect my tight little virgin pussy, poised before him. I tried to wrestle him off, but Max had too much fight in him. He was going to have me and a snarl in my ear, followed by a quick nip on the neck was all the warning I needed. I don't think it even drew blood, but it halted my struggles all the same. The husky was a very powerful animal, and I was at his mercy. I was trapped! It was quite clear then that Max would tolerate no disobedience from his bitch. My fight was over. He was in control. I was helpless to stop him.

I sobbed in resignation, with tears running down my cheeks as readied myself for my violation. Shivering in fear, I knew I had no choice. Some animal instinct took over. I spread my knees in open invitation and arched my back, submissively offering myself to him. Thrust backwards below my rump, my pussy lips opened like a flower in anticipation of his dog cock. Satisfied with my act of submission, Max calmed his frantic pace. He leaned heavily on my back, adjusting his stance for maximum effect. I felt the hot tip of his prick brushing the outer folds of my mound, teasing me, and warning me of his impending entry.

Still sobbing, I dropped my head and looked backwards between my legs. I gasped. A new shock of terror shuddered through my body. I felt my pussy twitching and my bumhole protectively clamped shut! His cock was huge! Monstrous! For all my teasing, I was still a virgin, and couldn't imagine taking even a portion of that massive prick into me. It was all of 14 inches in length and easily as thick as my wrist. The cock was rock hard, fully erect, sticking straight out under his furry belly. His large balls hung below, round and full. It had been a long time since we had sent Max out for stud services, so I knew that a massive load of cum churned within him. His cock swayed slowly back and forth, hinting of its impressive weight. Rigid and red, dripping with precum, it was a fearsome weapon to have aimed at a young girl's snug virgin pussy. This rape would surely be more than my body could withstand!

"No Max, No! Please... Bad doggy." I called out, attempting to reason with him. "You're way too big for me. My little pussy can't... Please don't... don't fuck me." I wanted to squirm away from his savage cock, somehow escape his raping prick, but fear of punishment kept me rooted in place, submissively powerless to stop my deflowering by this huge, ruthless dog.

Max, was not a dog to be reasoned with. More gently than I had expected, he maneuvered his massive prick in line with my crotch and inserted the tip between the hairless lips of my wet dripping snatch. I sobbed more tears of fear and humiliation as my pussy lips parted to admit him. His narrow tip quickly gave way to the full girth of his invading shaft, and the true scale of his massive size became obvious. I don't know how I stretched to suck him in, but I was sure my snug sticky pussy had no more left to give. Almost as if he sensed my fear, he gently but forcefully pressed himself in. With my head down, I watched in amazement as I opened ever more to stretch around his large organ. This was the first real penetration into my pink girl depths and I was understandably frightened.

His shaft slowly pressed into me. My bald pussy mound flared and bulged obscenely in all directions, and I cried out. It started as a scream of pain and fear, but as his shaft gracefully eased into my clutching tunnel, it transformed to a lustful squeal of delight. He was only part of the way in and I was stuffed! I spread my legs to try to better accommodate his huge size, but there was little to be done about that. It was a serious case of ten pounds of sugar in a five pound bag. He slowly pushed up against my cherry and stopped, uncertain. The rest of the kennel was draped in a strange silence. All creatures waited, unsure of what would happen next.

I however was now quite clear on what I wanted. Panting just like one of the dogs, a frenzy-lust had overcome me. No longer a victim of an invasive rape, the huge pulsing cock had transformed me into an eager, shameless whore. I realized that I wanted this as much as Max did, and the experience would be incomplete and unsatisfying until I took him balls deep into my clutching hole. In one sharp motion I lunged backwards. The large husky's shaft broke through my virgin barrier and his massive cock sank up to the hilt in one smooth motion. Max howled with delight and I really understood for the first time the power my silky pussy could hold over a male. The pain of my cherry being taken was washed away by the wonderful feeling of fullness. My hot snatch convulsed around the length of his massive shaft as I came. I bucked and writhed underneath the big husky as he patiently waited for me to regain my composure. My pussy squirted and then dribbled cream in long stringy strands on the floor and I was crying with anticipation for the fucking I knew Max would now give me.

"Fuck me Max! Slam your massive dog cock into me!" I yelled, not caring if some passerby might overhear. I was on the verge of howling like a bitch in heat and little details like the possibility of being discovered on my hands and knees, taking a savage dog fucking in my snatch didn't concern me in least at this point.

The large husky caught my enthusiasm. Wrapping his forepaws tightly around my rib cage, he went into action. Gritting my teeth against the jarring impacts, I gasped with mindless delight as he hammered his massive cock in and out of me. My rump cheeks quivered and my breasts slapped back and forth under me, keeping time with his savage fuck thrusts. My lips shamelessly dragged at his prick on the out stroke and joyfully welcomed his return as he lanced back into my steamy depths. Burning friction caught fire in my pussy as his full length strokes cycled in and out of me with increasing speed. He hammered me over and over until it all became one big, stuffing blur of events. I tried to tweak my nipples and reach back to rub my well stuffed pussy, but that proved impossible. Max's driving thrusts were so powerful that I nearly lost my balance. I repositioned my hands on the smooth concrete floor and braced myself. My only task, it seemed, in this event was to provide a steady platform for my doggy master as he pounded all of his 14 inches over and over again into my sweet little pussy. He had incredible stamina and I lost all track of time during our coupling. I came again as he plunged his steel rod into me deeper than before and then held himself in that position, a prelude to the next event.

To my amazement, I felt his prick begin to swell to even larger proportions than before, and then realized that what I was feeling was his knot expanding to tie us together. It grew and grew, stretching my remarkably reamed tunnel to unbelievable new dimensions. I cried and squirmed and bucked underneath him, attempting to dislodge his powerful cock from me, but to no avail. Max was quite experienced at controlling lustful but reluctant bitches in critical junctures, and he outweighed me by an easy 60 pounds. My struggles proved hopelessly futile. I screamed as he reached his maximum size, his obscenely huge knot prying me open. I didn't even dare to look down behind me, for fear that the sight of myself would cause me to feint dead away. I knew though, that my over stuffed mound now bulged between my legs. Tied to my master with a softball-sized knot in me, my once virginal folds would be stretched beyond belief. I could only pray that it wasn't permanent. Then my ruffled pussy lips fluttered and snugged down around the base of his knot, hugging him and trapping him within me. He was locked in the steamy wet clutches of my silky snatch and would not be dismounted until he had pumped his bitch full to the brim with a burning load of dog cum.

The depths of my pussy trembled with anticipation as I accepted my fate. I pushed backwards against him, wanting every inch of him in me when he shot. His breathing became harsh and rapid. Then, with a powerful jet, he blasted his scalding doggy cum into my womb. Gush after gush flowed into me as my body reacted of its own accord. I came once again, and my snatch clamped down on his huge pulsing dog cock. The muscles in my pussy rippled, milking him, greedily sucking every drop of hot sticky cum out of him. He pumped into me, his prick pulsing and squirting, draining the load in his pent up balls and firing it deep into my little body.

Finally it was over. We both shivered with delight. His huge knot, swelled up to form a perfect seal in me, maintaining its massive size and perfect fit. To the large Husky, I was no different from any other bitch, so the knot kept us tied, ensuring that his hot load of sticky seed would find its mark. With my pussy stuffed full of doggy cock, and his hot cum bubbling in my womb, I giggled at the thought. Little Kirsty, knocked up, pregnant in a tragic case of doggy rape, they would have to send me off to live with Aunt Emma until I delivered the puppies. I gave another giggle as my sex lips, spread as they were, rippled and fluttered around his staggering girth.