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It started as a joke.
Frank sniffing and barking like a dog, wanting his coworker to laugh after a rough shift. He nuzzled against her back, whining and panting, practically begging for a response.
Mel let him, touched-starved and hungry for attention. Frank stood so close behind her, warm chills covered her entire body and it was too much too soon.
"Sit."
Frank obliged, collapsing into one of the break room chairs.
"Down."
He hesitated, but complied, falling to his rickety knees onto the dirty floor.
Mel's whole face lit up, baring all her teeth as her cheeks flushed pink. "Stop-stop-stop. Get up, Dr. Langdon."
"Just wanted to cheer you up." He grins, feeling accomplished.
"I'm fine, really. It was a long day, but it's over now. I’m going to finish up my charts, then head out."
"Yeah? Okay, see you tomorrow."
Frank says maybe three words to his wife, now sharing a bed. His eyes are closed, but his brain won't turn off.
Sit. Stay. Roll over. You want a treat?
Fuck.
He wants to be a good boy. He knows how to follow commands. He likes to be obedient. He could be good if he wanted to.
The next morning, he waves Mel over. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yeah. Feeling very well rested." She shines a nerdy smile that makes Frank's heart melt.
"Glad to hear it. Unfortunately, I only got a couple hours."
"What- no!" Mel's face drops, genuinely concerned. "I'm so sorry. I know how hard it could be to relax after a hectic day. Do you want to know a secret, how I reset?"
"How?" He thinks, picturing her tiny fingers playing with her swollen clit, rubbing herself till she passes out, naked and leaking onto her bedsheets.
"Guided meditation."
"Oh- oh yeah," he blushes, ashamed. "Yeah I heard that works like a charm for some people."
She gestures to herself, grinning.
Frank exhales loudly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Actually, I had another idea. Something you might be able to help me with. Meet me end of shift today?"
She nods, "Of course."
The last three hours of the day were excruciating, Frank had butterflies in his stomach and didn't exactly plan what he was going to ask Mel.
I want you to tell me what to do. Order me around. Treat me like a dog.
Now he's standing in front of her, staring into her beautiful round eyes, throat dry and speechless.
"What did you need help with, Dr. Langdon?" She blinks, completely innocent.
"Um- yeah," he starts slow, "Remember what we did in the break room yesterday?"
She starts smiling, her eyes falling to the floor, staring at her shoes. "M'yes, I do remember."
"Okay," he hurries. "Okay, so I was thinking-"
"Me too," Mel interrupts.
They both look into each other's eyes, finding a new person staring back at them, like meeting someone for the first time.
Frank realizes his mouth is still open and quickly closes it, clearing his throat, "So you liked it too?"
Mel nods, her cheeks growing warm.
"Should we... try it again?" Frank offers.
Mel nods again.
"Is Becca staying with you tonight?"
Mel shakes her head.
Frank can feel a weight lift off his shoulders, exhaling with relief, "Okay, good. I can drive us over."
While in the car, Mel admits, "I've never done anything like this before. I don't know if I'll be any good at it.”
Frank keeps one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Mel's thigh, "Hey, don't worry. I trust you. Whatever you did yesterday was perfect." He chuckles in disbelief, "Couldn't fucking sleep last night cause I was up thinking about it- thinking about you."
Mel gains some confidence, straightening up in the passenger's seat, “Oh, okay.”
They walk into her small apartment together, slipping off their shoes in silence. Frank texts Abby: gotta stay late. No response. He drops his phone in his bag, slumping it by the door.
Mel’s heart races, feeling her pulse in her throat and says something she’s never uttered before. “Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight?”
Frank sharply inhales, his fantasy is real and standing right in front of him. “Yes. I’ll be a good boy."
“Ah-ah-ah,” Mel's brows shoot up. “Doggies don’t speak.”
Frank's mouth shuts, his shoulders dropping and eyes softening into submission.
"A good dog listens to his owner." She stands a whole head below him, commanding, "Down."
Frank sinks to his knees, warm and eager. His cock twitches in his pants, daring to touch himself.
"Stop."
He pulls back, crushing his thumbs in his palms. His chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Mel smirks, “You don't deserve it yet. Doggies need to earn their treats."
Frank easily slips into obedience with Mel's crotch in his face, the black material of her scrubs curving and bunching over her mound. He yearns for a mouthful of her hot cunt, salty and sweaty, unwashed after their long shift.
Mel notices, "Get on all fours."
It was so simple. With one command Frank drops to his palms with a heavy groan. He was a giant at her feet.
"Good boy."
Frank wishes he could speak, to tell her, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Mel steps out of her scrubs, exposing a pair of pink panties that hug her hips and blend into her pale skin. She sits and spreads her legs apart, “Come here.”
He crawls and bows at her feet, kissing her smooth shins, climbing up her body. He brushes his nose against the wet spot in the center of her underwear, inhaling her tangy arousal.
She gasps softly, “Is this what you wanted?”
Frank moans loudly, this is exactly what he wanted. Pressing his cheek against her soft inner thigh like he's laying on a pillow.
"You just wanted a break, didn't you?"
He looks up. the whites of his eyes turning pink, welling up with tears.
Mel understands now.
"You didn't want to think for a little bit, wanted to be my dumb doggie for the night?"
Frank cautiously nods, saliva pooling underneath his tongue.
Mel scoots her hips forward, "Okay then. Be a good boy and make me cum."
Frank sticks his tongue out, flattening against the fabric. He wishes he could lick the arousal straight out of her cunt, whining as his mouth dries on the cotton.
Mel runs her hand through his greasy hair, a dull pressure forming in her belly. "Harder," she demands.
He can't.
It's humiliating. The barrier of her panties makes it impossible to reach her clit the proper way. He grunts, wrapping his lips around her, soaking the fabric and flicking his tongue against her protected bud.
Mel grinds her hips against his open mouth, “Just like that, c’mon. Need more.”
He tries so hard, slobbering onto her underwear until his jaw aches. Please-please-please, he needs to hear her shaky cries.
Mel squeezes her thighs around his head, tugging on his hair to keep him still. “Good boy, yeah- yeah, just like that.” She writhes, bucking her hips as her belly flutters with pleasure, “Mm-hmm, yes, doggie. Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
Frank can't breathe, light-headed and dizzy from the pressure crushing his temples. Her sweet thighs wrap around his cheeks and he’s in absolute heaven.
“Aagh- mm’cumming,” Mel whips her head back, wailing as she releases.
Frank's cock throbs with desire listening to Mel's high-pitched whines, ripping an orgasm out of her small body.
"Mhm- so good," she sighs, her muscles gradually relaxing, collapsing back on the couch. "Does my doggie want his reward now?"
Yes.
"Okay... but only because you were such a good boy for me."
Thank you.
Mel tilts her head to the side, lazily smiling, "What does my doggie need to feel better?"
Frank bites his tongue, rolling his hips into the carpet.
"Speak."
"M'so hard right now."
She waits.
"I- I need to- um," he's never asked for permission before. "I need to touch myself."
"Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm," Frank's hips speed up, rutting against his boxers.
Mel's mouth falls open, almost whispering, "So desperate for it. So desperate to touch your cock."
His breath hitches, "Yes- god, yes."
"Are you going to cum right now?" She giggles. "So pathetic, cumming in your underwear like this."
He can’t respond anymore. The moist fabric soiled in precum teases his sensitive head, the friction building up until his shame boils over, "Fu-u-uck."
Hot cum spills out of him, untouched, thrusting like a puppy in heat. He heaves, "That was- oh fuck."
"Get up."
"Wha-"
"Get up," Mel repeats.
Frank stands, still wobbly, dripping in his own sticky mess.
She follows, standing on her tiptoes, looking straight into his glossy eyes.
"You're going to walk out of here with that filth in your pants. It’s gonna get cold and gross as you drive home, but you don’t get to wash it off. Remember what a dirty dog you were for me. Understand?”
He nods, hot blood rushing back into Frank’s crotch. They both know he’ll be back, pent-up and lonely, craving Mel’s hot cunt and harsh words again.