"I hope…" Linda Mendell paused, trying to see if she could pick up some clues as to whether the pretty youngster had discovered Claudius' marvelous talents. "I hope Claudius was a good guest in your home, Melissa.''
Melissa's cheeks burned red. "He was.
Linda caught the confession in the child's eyes. Melissa had discovered Claudius' penchant for human pussy. She glanced at the teenager's father. For a second, she thought she had seen a glimmer in his eyes. It was an avenue worth exploring. He was handsome, rugged looking, and because of his chosen profession, obviously loved animals.
"I hope Mr. Mendell is happy with our kennel service," Neil said, wondering where the beautiful woman's husband was. "We can always use more business."
"There isn't a Mr. Mendell," Linda said. "He died over a year ago."
Neil seemed to feel better, but kept his obvious delight hidden. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said with the proper tone in his voice.
Linda liked him. Aside from his interest in animals, she sensed something else, something deeper about him. The way he stood with his daughter… There was a closeness, a bond between them that transcended the usual father-daughter relationship. She smiled. "I'd ask you to have a drink, but I'm sure Mrs. Tolan is home waiting."
Neil grinned roguishly. "There is no Mrs. Tolan." He hugged Melissa who was petting Claudius. "Just Melissa and me."
Linda's eyes lit up. She was sure of the bond between them now. Father and daughter had shared more than a normal relationship. They shared the same bed and maybe… an interest in dogs that reached beyond what some might consider normal. "Then, I insist you have a drink with me before leaving."
"I'd love to." Neil smiled, glad to be spending some time with the enchanting woman.
"Melissa. You can wait in the den." Linda pointed to the large doors across the spacious foyer. "There's a nice surprise in there… my reason for having to go away for a few days. You might like it."
Melissa's heart skipped a beat. "Can I take Claudius with me?" she asked, hating to lose her first dog friend.
Linda latched her arm through Neil's. "I'm taking Claudius, but you won't be sorry." She winked. "Come on." She tugged on Neil's arm.
Melissa kissed her father's cheek. "Have fun, Daddy." She giggled. "Take your time."
"I will, baby," he remarked.
Melissa watched them leave, sensing their mutual attraction. She knew once the ice was broken, they would have a marvelous time together with Claudius. Mrs. Mendell must be pretty horny by now, having been without the Great Dane for over two days. She walked slowly to the den, wondering what the surprise was and hoping it would keep her occupied, not expecting her father to return all that quickly. She giggled from the thought and opened the doors to the den.
Her mouth dropped open and her blue eyes lit up. Sitting in the center of the large den were a pair of Russian wolfhounds. They looked like twin bookends, their long silky coats matching in color and markings. She closed the door behind her, sealing her off from the rest of the house.
Trembling from being alone with the two big dogs, her stomach turning somersaults, Melissa strode across the thickly piled carpet to the seated animals. She offered her hands to the beautiful wolfhounds, showing herself as a friend. They licked her hand lavishly. In her father's grooming salon, she had seen a few Russian wolfhounds, but none as handsome or as large as these.
She stroked their silky coats and rubbed the short bristling hair of their long pointed snouts. "Are you two handsome dogs like your cousin, Claudius?" She giggled, bubbling over with effervescence as she contemplated the reason Mrs. Mendell purchased these two magnificent beasts. "I'll bet you two are dynamite fun, huh?"
She went over to the long plush velvet sofa and sat down, looking around the beautiful room. Books lined two of the walls from the floor to the ceiling and a large oil portrait of Mrs. Mendell and Claudius dominated the wail in front of Melissa. She craned her neck, peering out into the now-darkened evening through the french doors that she figured led to a garden. "Damn," she muttered, settling into the comfortable sofa, wishing she was this rich.
Melissa snapped her fingers and the two large dogs stood at attention, their long hairy tails wagging in unison. They joined Melissa, placing their heads in her lap, waiting to be petted.
Melissa had a feeling her father would be busy for a while. She had seen the way he looked at Mrs. Mendell. She gently brushed the dogs aside after giving them each a soft pat on the head and stood up. If she was wrong and her father was indeed only having a drink and not fucking the luscious Mrs. Mendell, she didn't want them walking in on her.
Locking the door, she turned to her attentive audience. "Now, let's find out if you two gorgeous animals are as talented and horny as Claudius." She tingled inside.
"I wish I knew your names," she sighed, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the button of her jeans. "Christ!" She was impatient to be naked, dying to find out if she was right. She was sure she was, but a demonstration was the only proof and it would surely be fun. Mrs. Mendell wouldn't buy just any dogs, they had to be special. The wink from her had told her that.
She yanked down her zipper and peeled off her jeans, the two hairy dogs eyeing her curiously. She kicked off her jeans and pulled down her panties. Stepping out of them, she stood naked from the waist down.
"Oooooo, boy," she said, listening to her own voice as she calmed herself. "Ooooooh, boy." She stood between the two dogs, petting their long slender bodies, shivering with expectation. "I hope you two lick as good as Claudius."
She parted her legs and waited, swaying to-and-fro. Her heart was beating wildly and her stomach was churning. "Ohhhh, please lick meeee," she sighed. "Pleeeease."
The dogs sniffed her body, their cold noses touching and skimming her calves, thighs and ass cheeks. They slapped their tongues out, licking tentatively as the child offered herself to them.
"Aaaaah," she sighed raggedly, feeling their wet slapping tongues lick her ankles and knees. She looked down at them, her trembling hands caressing their silken coats. "Lick, lick." She parted her legs more, hoping at least one of them would catch the scent and bury his pointed snout between her thighs.
The dogs seemed to ignore the youngster's upper thighs and parts she wished they would lick. Instead, they concentrated on her legs, each taking a leg, slobbering all over her calves and ankles, wetting her skin with their warm drool. They licked up each leg, their tongues slopping behind her knees and up the back of her thighs.
"Ohhhh, Christ, doggies, lick my fuckin' cunt!" She humped at them, craving to have her pussy licked.
Casually, one of the Russian wolfhounds circled around, his slender nose picking up the heated aromatic scent exuding from her pussy. He barked, his tail swishing, his dark eyes glowing. He nosed his way between her ass cheeks, his cold wet nose making the young teenager shiver.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed with welcomed relief. She petted the dog that was busy licking her thighs. "Now you, my handsome friend. I got a nice wet pussy just dying for your tongue." She was joyously happy, giving herself up to these two impressive beasts.
She spread her legs more, swooning as the one long-haired beast burrowed his nose into her ass, his tongue penetrating her body, sliding into the narrow entrance of her asshole. "Mmmmmmm," she sighed, squirming back against the animal.
Reaching down, she parted her cunt-lips for the other dog, hopeful that he would begin to lick and give her pleasure in the same manner his twin was delightfully whipping his tongue on her ass. "C'mon, c'mon," she urged, dying to have the red s lapping tongue inside her pussy. She squirmed back against the more aggressive of the two. She jerked, trying to get him to bury his pointed snout in her.