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Subject: {ASSM} THE BABYSITTER AND THE GREAT DANE   (Chapter One) Teen, Mast, Beast, M/F, F/f
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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THE BABYSITTER AND THE GREAT DANE

  Eleven o'clock, and fifteen year old Tami was bored. The Rosses weren't going
to be back for  for hours yet, their son Bobby was fast asleep in his room
upstairs, and there was  nothing good on TV. 


     Tami had always found Mr. and Mrs. Ross to be somewhat intimidating, her
with her beauty and sophistication and him with his imposing size and booming
voice. But little Bobby was an easy child to care for, and the red-haired
teenager enjoyed having the run of the couple's huge house. She had even gotten
used to Buster, the couple's enormous Great Dane. 

   The first time she had met Buster, she had almost peed her pants in fear as
the huge dog galloped up to her and begun sniffing her all over. "Don't worry
about Buster," Mrs. Ross had said, her dark eyes glinting mischievously. "He
won't bite. He loves women." 

   "That's for damn sure!" Mr. Ross had said and guffawed. The couple seemed to
be sharing some private joke, and Tami was confused for a moment. But her
confusion turned to embarrassment and the dog had stuck his snout into her
shorts-covered crotch and begun sniffing busily. 

   "Buster!" Mrs. Ross had scolded. "Behave!" The buxom dark-haired woman
grabbed the animal by his studded leather collar and dragged him away form the
mortified teenager as Mr. Ross roared with laughter again. "What's that they
say about dogs getting to be just like their masters?" he said. 

   "Hush, Todd," Mrs. Ross had said. "She's just a child." 

   "Hmph," Mr. Ross had said. "Looks pretty grown up to me!" His eyes lingered
on Tami in a way that made her feel strange. She had been getting that look a
lot lately, from a lot of different men and boys. It had been that way ever
since she had grown a few inches and her boobs popped out. She wasn't sure how
she felt about being looked at like that. It felt a little scary, but it also
caused a little tingle of excitement in her tummy. He had given her the look
again as they had left this evening, his eyes lingering on the innocent
red-haired teenager's blossoming curves. She thought about that as she idly
leafed through a magazine. Mr. Ross was undeniably attractive for an older man;
his thick gray hair made him looked distinguished, and he kept himself in shape
with frequent workouts and racquetball.  She found herself idly wondering what
he and his beautiful wife were doing right then. Then her thoughts drifted
farther, to what they would do when they got home. He imagined them disrobing,
kissing, fondling each other --

  Tami threw down the magazine  and stood up. What was she doing, thinking
about her employers like that? Was she some kind of  sex-crazed pervert? She
sighed. Maybe a video would take her mind off such awful thoughts. She walked
over to the glass fronted video cabinet next to the big-screen TV. She browsed
through the selection, considering and rejecting several choices. Then she
noticed another row of tapes behind the first. She pulled one out. The label
was blank except for a date: "12/15/99". She wondered what was on the tape.
Probably some kind of home movies she decided. Out of idle curiosity, she
popped the tape in and pressed the "Play" button. As she turned to the TV, her
mouth dropped open in amazement. 

   The huge screen showed Mrs. Ross, on her hands and knees. She was naked
except for a leather collar around her neck. Her lush body was covered in a
light sheen of sweat, and her big brown eyes were glazed, as if she were
drugged. The camera lingered over the kneeling woman for a moment, and Tami
noticed that she was secured to iron rings in the floor by ropes that went
around her wrists. Other ropes secured her knees wide apart. Then the camera
zoomed into the collar and Tami noticed that it was a replica of the one Buster
wore, except there was a metal tag dangling from it. The camera zoomed in even
closer on the tag until Tami could make out the lettering: "BUSTER'S BITCH." 

   Tami turned to the VCR. She had to turn the disgusting spectacle  off. But
as her finger went to the "Stop" button, she heard Mrs. Ross' voice, husky with
passion. 

   "Hurry up, damn it!" she whispered. "Get him in here." 

   The camera pulled back to show Mr. Ross leading Buster in on a leash. The
big dog's tail was wagging eagerly, as if in anticipation. Mr. Ross led him
over to where his wife crouched on all fours. "See, boy?" he said soothingly.
"There she is. There's the bitch. Go to work, boy." Obediently, the dog dipped
his great head and began licking at Mr.s. Ross' crotch from behind. 

  " Oh, GODDDD --" the dark haired woman groaned, closing her eyes in bliss as
the dog licked her pussy. Mr. Ross grabbed a handful of her thick black hair
and yanked her head up roughly so the camera could catch every spasm of joy as
it crossed her  beautiful aristocratic face.  Tami could see her squirming her
hips, rotating them sensuously backwards against the dog's pleasuring tongue. 

    "You like that, don't you, bitch?" the older man taunted his wife.

    "Yess --." She moaned, opening her eyes to look directly into the camera.
"Yes --.I love it. I love him licking me --." 

     It was as if she was looking directly into Tami's soul as she confessed to
the lascivious pleasure the big dog was bringing her. The fifteen year old felt
a sudden jolt of lust like a lightning bolt straight to her untouched cunt.
With a whimper of confused arousal, Tami jammed her right hand down the front
of her little black gym shorts, rubbing and squeezing inexpertly at her pubic
mound. Suddenly, her middle finger brushed across her throbbing clitoris,
sending a jolt of such intense pleasure through her belly that she dropped to
her knees. She began rubbing and caressing the little nubbin, bringing her
other hand into play across her high, immature breasts. She slipped her hand
beneath her bra and brushed it lightly over one small nipple before grasping
the nipple between thumb and forefinger and pinching it hard. The pain sent
more jolts of masochistic lust  shooting through her body. She began pleasuring
herself in earnest, then, her high girlish cries blending with the deeper
groans and animalistic grunts of the older woman on the screen.   Mrs. Ross
still had her eyes open, her lust-glazed stare seeming to penetrate to the
deepest slutty depths of Tami's soul.  

     "Well, well! What have we here!" Tami squeaked in  surprise as she saw the
towering figure of Mr. Ross standing in the doorway. His wife stood behind him,
looking over her husband's shoulder with a look of ironic amusement. Tami
yanked her hand out of her shorts and tried to lunge for the VCR to shut it
off. Since she was still on her knees, all she managed to do was fall flat on
her face. She tried to rise, but suddenly felt a foot in the small of her back
pinning her to the floor. 

     "No," she heard Mrs. Ross say thoughtfully, "I think I like you there." 


      Tami tried to look over her shoulder and saw Mrs. Ross standing over her.
It was the older woman's foot that was holding her on the floor. She was
wearing high leather boots under her long black skirt, and Tami squirmed to try
and get away. 
 
     "Please," Tami begged. "Please let me up. I'm sorry --." Mrs. Ross seemed
not to hear her. She was looking at the picture of herself on the screen. Her
eyes had a faraway look to them. "He really is good, you know," she whispered.
"Once he gets going, he can fuck for a solid hour without even slowing down."
The obscenity fell casually from the older woman's lips. "Watch." Tami looked
up and sobbed in further horror. 

    On the screen, the big dog had ceased its maddening licking of the
dark-haired woman's pussy and was rearing up over her back. Bound as she was,
Mrs. Ross could neither help nor hinder the big Great Dane as he hunched his
back hips rapidly back and forth. The camera zoomed in on the dog's immense
cock which was gradually appearing from the sheath between his legs. Tami
gasped in amazement. The pink organ must have been at least a foot long, and
very thick. The blue veins wrapped around the massive shaft throbbed obscenely.


       Then the picture blurred with the rapid back and forth movement of the
dog's hips and the camera pulled back as Buster seemed to find his target. He
growled with apparent triumph as he thrust forward, hard. 

     AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUNNNHHHHH!" Mrs. Ross screamed with mingled pain and
pleasure as the giant doggie cock slammed in her to the hilt. Then , "'AHH!AHH!
AAH!" her screams became shrill grunts of lust as the dog began pistoning in
and out of her like a jackhammer.

    "There's nothing like it." Mrs. Ross said, the same dreamy expression on
her face.  " It's not like with a man, where you can tell him to slow down or
stop or change position. He just --takes you. And takes you and takes you until
you don't think you can stand anymore --and then he takes you even harder." She
shuddered and licked her lips. Then she looked down at Tami, who was still
squirming futilely under her booted foot.    "Honey," she called over her
shoulder, "I think we need to get the playroom ready for little Tami here.
She's been very naughty." 

     "One step ahead of you, sweetness," Mr. Ross called back. "And Buster was
very excited when I told him about his new playmate." 

    "Buster's going to have to wait, darling," Mrs. Ross said, and she
chuckled. "I want to play with this little red-haired slut myself for awhile." 

To be continued....

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