Bob Wallace

Daughter_s pet peeve

Chapter One

Melissa Tolan stood behind the counter of her father's pet salon and boarding kennel rubbing her thighs together.

"Ooooo!" she cooed almost silently, feeling the creamy fuck juices in her young pussy squish inside her virgin cunt. "Ooooo! I'm hot."

It was getting worse every day, the nights even more terrible. She swooned, her hands going down to her crotch. She stroked her teen-age pussy through her tight jeans, her knees buckling. She leaned against the counter for support, wishing the itch would go away, but knew it wouldn't. Even her fingers at night only quenched the desire in her cunt for a brief period. It had become an every-night ritual with occasional lapses like now, when she couldn't even think straight.

With the counter to hide behind, Melissa opened her jeans, groping inside and underneath the elastic band of her panties.

"Aaaah!" She sighed, her fingers dipping between the puffy lips of her moist virgin cunt.

Looking at the door and praying no one would come in and disturb her frenzied actions, Melissa stroked her tiny clit. Whimpering and panting, she trembled and humped her hand.

Her eyes rolled in her head, her hand manipulating her clit roughly, needing the release of an orgasm. She opened the cabinet below the counter. The edge fit snugly against her crotch. With her eyes fixed on the front door, she worked her pussy back and forth, the warm tingly delightful sensations driving her wild. She pulled back the skin that protected her clit, digging into the cabinet door.

"Ooooo," she whimpered, wishing she wasn't alone, wishing there was someone to tell how she felt. "It feels gooood."

She slipped her hand out of her jeans and leaned against the counter for support, her forearms against the counter top. She stared blankly out at the empty salon, wishing she were naked and someone was watching. "Ohhh, God," she sobbed, humping the door as if it were a cock.

Faster and faster, she slid her young virgin cunt along the cabinet door, the orgasm she craved drawing closer and closer. Her mouth opened and her eyes popped. Her climax washed over her like gentle waves caressing a beach. She grit her teeth, hating the weakness of it. She jabbed angrily into the door, trying to get more feeling, but it was futile.