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Saturday, June 6, 2009

Doggy Style by Kealie Shay

“How long does it take to spray someone’s house for bugs?” Vivianne muttered to herself after checking her watch for what seemed the hundredth time. It had been a long day of wrestling with dogs that didn’t want to be groomed. She was tired and she was ready to go home but she’d promised Gabe she’d wait for him to come get Punky, his Rottweiler. He’d sounded so desperate when he’d called to tell her he was running late at a client’s home. Apparently, there’d been some sort of pest control emergency. “You’re way too nice, Vivi. Then again, he is the guy you’ve had the hots for for months… of course you said yes.” She tried to refocus on her computer screen when the sound of the night buzzer around back pulled her from her exhausted mutterings.

She stood and stretched the kinks out of sore muscles as she went to answer the summons. She checked the peephole to make sure it was the man she’d stayed late for. Seeing that it was, she flipped the lock open and swung the door inward letting in a gust of the warm desert breeze.

“There you are.” Gabe Winters’ voice was too cheerful after the insane day she’d had. “I wasn’t sure if you’d really wait for me to get here.”

“I told you I would,” Vivi mumbled past a jaw-cracking yawn. “Come on in.” She shut the door and locked it behind them, then led Gabe into the puppy kennels' enclosure. She felt his warmth at her back and couldn’t suppress a shiver of awareness. They reached the kennel that held his adorable puppy and Vivi bent at the waist to release the latch, only to stop short of her goal when her bottom brushed up against Gabe’s groin. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her ass-cheeks and Vivi froze for a moment, sure she had to be mistaken, but it only took a moment to be certain she wasn’t.

With a gasp she stood up straight and stepped forward hoping to avoid embarrassing herself. The sudden feel of Gabe’s hands at her hips pushed a whimper from her throat as he stepped forward and crowded her against the enclosure in front of her. The cool steel at her front and the warm, hard man at her back surprised a moan from deep in her throat. She turned her head until her cheek rested against the metal and gripped the gate as hard as she could. This had to be a dream; there was no way Gabe was making a move on her. She was going to wake any moment with her cheek in a puddle of drool on her desk. Any moment now.

“Was that an invitation, Vivi?” Gabe’s rough voice against her ear sent goosebumps racing down her neck and along her arms. Holy… she wasn’t waking up. This wasn’t a dream.

She shuddered and licked suddenly dry lips, then had to swallow before she could force words past the lump in her throat. “It is if you want it to be.” She arched her back to push her ass against hard length of his arousal.

“Oh, I want it to be,” he said, grinding his cock against her. A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through her back as his hands started moving.

His calloused fingers scraped along the outside of her thighs to flirt with the hem of her comfortable denim skirt. A flood of moisture drenched her panties with her own arousal as he slid his hands along the hem to the front of her skirt and jerked it up to her waist. His teeth scraped her shoulder as he nibbled his way up her neck to her sensitive earlobe. His breath rushed into her ear as he sucked the lobe into his hot mouth. His right hand dipped into her panties and stroked through the cream waiting for him there while his left hand slid up over her belly and across her chest to push beneath her v-neck t-shirt. He pulled the cotton down beneath her breast then proceeded to torment her pebbled nipple.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked as his finger pushed up into her pussy.

He wanted her to think when he had his finger—oh, Lord, two fingers—inside her? To talk as he rolled her nipple between his calloused fingertips? She shook her head, unable to force any words out of her mouth.

“A long time,” he murmured. “The moment I met you, I knew you were it for me. You were adorable, all wet and covered in suds.” His breath puffed against her ear.

He pulled his hand from her panties and tugged her away from the kennel with a gentle reminder to let go of the fencing as he spun her away. Dizzy from the move and his sensual assault Vivi was surprised when her stomach pressed against a hard surface and Gabe pushed her forward with his chest at her back. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties down to her knees. He groaned and dropped to his knees behind her.

Vivi jumped when his lips brushed her bare ass and again when he lightly nipped the plump flesh. He nibbled, kissed and licked his way across the two cheeks and down to the lips of her sex below. She heard the crinkle of foil and assumed he’d sheathed his cock with a condom. With one more kiss to her right ass cheek he stood and leaned over her, pressing his hard latex-covered length against her ass as he whispered in her ear. “If you’re going to change your mind, now would be the time to tell me,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’m not going to change my mind. I’ve wanted you for a long time too.” She cried out as he surged into her from behind. She blindly reached up and gripped the edge of what she now realized was a pet grooming table as he set up a fast, pounding rhythm, slamming in and out of her body. Each thrust in forced another cry from her lips and each slide out forced her to gasp for another breath.

“God, Vivi,” he groaned behind her. “I am so fucking close."

She could only whimper beneath him as he slipped his hand from her hip to wedge between her body and the table. He pressed against her clit and rotated his wrist, sending her over the edge. Vivi cried out as Gabe stiffened behind her and pressed harder against her clit shooting her back up into another orgasm. She felt him pulsing into the condom and grunted as he groaned and draped bonelessly over the top of her.

“So,” he gasped into her ear. “I know I’m doing this backwards but will you go out to dinner with me tonight?”

Vivi laughed, causing Gabe to groan as she tightened around his softening length. “I’d like that… but how about breakfast instead?”

About the author: Kealie Shay is the alter-ego of a shy, quiet, SAHM by day. Taking kids to and from activities, grocery shopping and being the family manager are the activities that comprise her daily life. No one looking at her would suspect anything out of the ordinary.

But by night Kealie transforms into a wild woman writing of wicked men and women. She is a sex-crazed nymphomaniac who routinely holds bondage parties in her garage, owns a Great Dane named Brock, and plays regularly with Juan, her Cabana Boy--twin to Carlos, the cabana boy of Jenny Kat Shepherd. And she does all this while wearing a pair of red, thigh-high, stiletto boots. Who cares if it's all in her imagination! Visit Kealie at
http://www.menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/

1 comment:

Ashley Ladd said...

Hot hot hot! I loved your story.

I also had a story come out with the same title recently. GMTA.