David Crane

Barbara_s kennel orgy

CHAPTER ONE

Barbara Graves could hear the sounds of hammering and sawing from the back garden, and knew that the carpenter she had hired was busily at work constructing the dog kennels in which she intended to board dogs while their owners were on vacation. She had already advertised in the newspapers and was eagerly waiting for her first customer to phone. She expected a good response to her ad, because she wasn’t charging very much at all, offering a real bargain.

Barbara had her own reasons for going into the dog-boarding business, and money was the least of her concerns. In her mid-twenties, Barbara had inherited the big house and a substantial income, and whatever work she chose to do was a labor of love.

Literally-she loved dogs.

Barbara had never married, although she was a gorgeous girl who had had plenty of offers. She had never wanted to tie herself down to one man and, knowing full well she would cheat on a husband, she didn’t think it was fair to marry a guy-nor did she want the inconvenience of having to cheat on the side instead of being a free agent and getting her love where and when she liked.

And Barbara liked her love in all forms and species.

Barbara hadn’t dressed yet and, wearing only a frilly negligee, she wandered over to the window and looked out to check on the progress of the kennel builder, wanting to make sure that accommodation was ready when her first boarder arrived.

Jake, the carpenter, was stripped to the waist. His lean torso glistened with sweat as he hammered away at his task. There was something quite erotic about watching that hammer rise and fall, thought Barbara, who found lots of things erotic.

She wondered if she should fuck Jake as a bonus.

Watching his muscles, ripple, she figured it might well prove to be a bonus for them both. She was tempted to call him in and seduce him. But she didn’t want to interrupt his work, and with a little shrug, she turned back from the window.

Her deep cleavage showed at the top of the frilly gown and, as she walked, her long, shapely thighs emerged. Her full hips swung provocatively, tantalizingly, although there was no one in the house to tantalize at the moment-except for her big, shaggy, black mongrel dog, Thor, who was curled up, sleeping, in the corner.