I go back and forth in my story. Sometimes I think one is better. You have used first person for Gina when she was in the field being watched. I liked that. I also like the three girls more then the mom. The mom is too docile. grattory ten from me.

Would love to hear Gina's thoughts as she slowly succumbs to her wants and desires. Can't wait to see what you have in store for us!

:wub: Bump Bump.... I luv your story so fare :inlove:

bump, hubba-hubba

^_^ its your story -- may be mandy turms on gina , an does the same to her as she did lisa ?? its all good a10 :rock: write on :rock:

Hot, Hot, Hot.


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This post has been edited by petlover54 on Jul 9 2009, 02:55 AM

I really like your stories. I like the helpless feeling Lisa gets she really enjoys being controlled in some ways.

hon when will you continue this amazing story i just hope you will go on for our pleasure thank you for all the efforts you put in your writting and congrat for your fantastic writting skills

Thanks all and wait a lil more time...it is on the way to entertain you guys.. :D :rock:

CHAPTER – 15
Next day morning Michael come down to his wife’s dog kennel to give a visit and got surprised watching a naked lady inside the cage. He called Mandy, after talking with his wife he understand that his wife got a nice bitch for her kennel. But he was not that much interested on Lisa, but still he wanted to see some knotting with the dogs so he asked his wife to wake Lisa up.
Michael is a 55 years of man own another dog kennel, but he own the most ferocious and big dogs of the city, and most interestingly all are males. He comes to visit his wife 3 days a week to reduce his sexual urge. But he likes to have sex with young girls. So he bangs young girls whenever he get chances. He started to think that how he could use this bitch if it was a young girl instead of Lisa.
He was asking his wife about Lisa, wanting to know the whole story. Suddenly somebody knock the door. Mandy went and open the door.
Oh! Gina. Good Morning. Come in.
Mandy introduce Gina to her husband as Lisa’s daughter. As soon as Michael saw Gina he got a bulge inside his pant. He just wants her more than anything. He already started to plan that how he could take Gina to his kennel. He started to have day dreaming about fucking Gina and sharing her with his dogs.
Gina was wearing a very short skirt and a tight tube top showing all her curves which make him much more turn on.
Michael took Mandy to a different room and tells her to convince Gina in any cost to work in his kennel. Mandy knew his husbands fantasies so she agreed to convince Gina, then he leave.
Mandy went to Gina and engage her in conversation wanting to know her interests about sex and fantasies.
At last when Mandy comes to know that Gina is also a dog lover, she gives her the proposal of working with her husband in his kennel. But Gina declined the proposal straight way. She knows that her mother will be here for a while so she wants to enjoy the freedom totally and also she has enough money to spend.
Mandy insisted her and said that she will get good money for that, but still Gina was not interested. So Mandy tell her to think over the matter when she is alone.

we wait so long and it is so short. please give us more. jim

great story

CHAPTER – 16
"Gina, honey, could you get the King file for me" Michael asked, looking up from his desk.

"Sure," I grumbled. I started working for Michael at the kennel. I reconsider my decision and thought that it can be a good experience for me to know the dogs closely which I can use when I choose them as my fucking buddy. According to Michael I need to stay at kennel while I am working for him to give his kennel a better service. I figure he also had a secondary motive.
I am sexless for almost last 3 months, so I wanted anything inside my pussy badly. Hornyness was beginning to influence my 22 year old body, so my titties and rounded hips were just wants to come out to show. I think he was looking to keep me out of sex for some reason at the kennel. But I was a spoiled 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, and yet maintained just enough of what I might call baby fat to give me a soft and jiggly quality. Add in "cute", with sandy blonde hair, firm perky, rounded titties, and a pouty, mischievous grin available on command, well, that was me in a nutshell. I was turning into a pretty hot, dangerous package, and was beginning to learn the effect that had on men.

I grinned to myself. The King file would be in the bottom drawer, so I had an excellent opportunity to tease Michael. 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 his 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 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 Michael 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 Michael huge cock could find no satisfaction. It was a delightful, no risk game for me to play, because I never thought what was waiting for me. 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 thoroughly finger fuck myself to work off my growing arousal, but it was well worth it if I could torment Michael in the process.

thank you glad to see gina up to her old tricks. That always gets her into some good trouble. Have a great day. jim

CHAPTER – 17
From behind me, I had apparently gotten the desired effect, as I heard a quiet groan from Michael, who shifted uncomfortably behind his desk, adjusting the almost perpetual hard on which I delighted in causing him. Concealed in his pants, he 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 life.

"Got that nice stiff bone on for this bitch’s juicy twat, Michael" 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 King file. Michael pretended to be absorbed in his paperwork, but I could feel his eyes intently focused on my soft 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 moist, 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 Michael's prying eyes, my finger caressed across the protruding mound of my cotton covered puss, coming away with a sample of my slippery girl dew which had seeped into the panty crotch. Michael'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 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 Michael 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 Michael'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 Michael'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 Michael 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 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 Michael, 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 go outside for some work and get some supplies. Could you please finish up feeding the dogs for me and then lock up Thanks Sweetie." 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. 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.