Puppy Dog Delights - The Apartment

Morning sunlight dappled its way through the large magnolia outside the window, filtering with sparkling intensity into the green gold apartment. The blinds over each pane were open, an instant invitation for passersby to look in, past the dark emerald curtains, to visually explore the interior. A dark green leather couch stood center in the living room, across from a television set, but more markedly, a wine rack with enough bottles to host a tasting sat elegantly against one wall. 

Black granite countertops were in evidence at the bar leading into the kitchen, and the dark wood of the cabinets merely added to the sensation of forest peace. The counter itself was covered in dirty glasses. Wine glasses, most empty, though a few still held a patina of red or gold silt at the bottom. Working amidst the stemware was a woman, her long brunette hair coiffed and elegant. Dressed in a business suit, her makeup just a tad heavy, Margaret was a mature woman, nearing her middle forties and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. She worked diligently, pouring the contents of a plastic container into a metal bowl, the side of which was engraved with a name.

“Lisa!” Margaret called out. Instantly there was a snappy bark along with the tingle of a dog collar and a chocolate haired critter was instantly at Margaret’s side. Lisa reared up, pawing Margaret’s leg and then adopted the classic begging pose, tongue hanging out as she panted in excitement. Margaret looked down with a fond smile. Lisa’s tail swung back and forth in apparent happiness.

“Now here’s your breakfast, Lisa! Mommy has to go out and work today so I want you to be a good girl!” Margaret said before stooping to put the bowl on the floor.  Instantly Lisa fell upon the dry nuggets, crunching away for a moment before turning and dipping her nose into the water bowl nearby. Margaret reached down and ran her fingers through the dark brown ruff, rubbing Lisa between the ears. There was a momentary whine of pleasure before Lisa went back to eating.

Margaret sighed.  She turned away and quickly scooped up her purse.  Quietly she left the apartment, heading to work, envying Lisa’s easy day of quiet and easy pleasure.



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Manuel looked down at the maintenance log and sighed. Apartment 112 needed the stove top ventilation fan looked at. Apartment 221 had a leaking toilet. And of course Apartment 156 had once again called for maintenance to come out and check their thermostat, despite there being nothing wrong with the damn thing. Manuel suspected that the husband kept turning it down at night and the wife kept turning it up, neither one checking with the other first. He shook his head. Grabbing his tool bag, he loaded it up in the maintenance cart and took off on his rounds.

Midmorning found him signing off the first few fixes with no problem. The fan had merely needed its anchor bolt tightened. The leaking toilet had a problem with a loose screw and a mostly gone O ring. And of course, the thermostat was fine. He looked back down to his list and saw that his next stop was a maintenance irregular. The resident of the apartment rarely called for maintenance and she was complaining of a dishwasher problem. It wasn’t draining properly. With another sigh, Manuel headed across the complex. 

He parked the cart and grabbed his tool kit.  A moment later he stood at the door and knocked loudly, calling out “Maintenance!” For a moment he thought he heard a bark, and he knocked again. “Maintenance!” he called out.  Sure enough, another loud bark answered through the door.

Manuel looked down at his master sheet.   How odd.  This apartment isn’t supposed to have a dog.  Well, that will be a hefty fine after I tell the complex manager.  Finally Manuel shrugged and pulled out his master key ring.  The lock turned easily and he opened the door that led into the apartment, peering cautiously inward to see just what sort of canine he was dealing with.

He had experience with dogs. He owned two dogs himself, but he had found that in general, apartment people kept small, vicious dogs. He was never terribly happy to have to deal with a dog left in an apartment and frequently he left notes instructing the apartment occupier to secure their animal for the next day so their maintenance issue could be addressed. Of course, Manuel had also known a few lazy, rather welcoming mutts, who had sauntered up to the stranger entering their domain, and not only licked him pleasantly, but also enjoyed the company.

To his surprise, the dog inside this apartment didn’t appear immediately. “Hello?” he called out. He frowned. His senses didn’t tell him that he was about to get pounced on, so he stepped into the apartment and closed the door. There was no growl, but another minor bark came from the far corner of the living room. He moved out of the foyer and looked around. The dark green couch was covered in throw pillows. The television was huge and cost more than he made in two weeks. The kitchen counter, which he could see across the bar, was covered in wine glasses and a few stacked dishes.

A strong bark startled him, since it sounded so close. He leaned over the couch.  “Hey boy, how are…” he started to say, but then his voice faltered as he stared down at the humongous doggie bed in the corner. Dark brown eyes looked up at him brightly and the dark brown mane curled around the intelligent face.  

Manuel gasped.  “Oh Dios Mio! I’m sorry!” he said, holding out his hand.  “I didn’t know anyone was in here!”

Lisa barked playfully and rose from the doggie bed, her tail wagging. She padded around toward him as Manuel backed up. When his back hit the edge of the bar she stopped, her mouth open in a wide grin, her tongue hanging out. She barked again playfully.

“What the fuck? What are you doing down there?” He demanded. The sight of her was too much for his brain. He had seen a lot of weird things in his twenty-one years of working apartment maintenance, but this was a first for him. He couldn’t believe it. He looked down at the panting, barking creature before him, his mind trying to wrap around the fact that this wasn’t a dog.

It was a human girl.  A naked human girl.

She was pretty too. Her body was rather curvaceous and her shoulder length brown hair curled around her face. Her brown eyes were deep and wide and her pert little mouth just added to the cuteness factor. For Manuel, the fact that she was also bare ass naked played no small part in his discomfiture. There was an honest to goodness furry tail sticking out of  her rear end, undoubtedly held in place by a butt plug and she wore only a dog collar around her throat, a set of tags dangling from it. She barked again, moving closer on hands and knees, clearly emulating canine behavior. Her rump moved and the tail swung back and forth. Had one of Manuel’s own dogs acted like this, he would have taken the mutt out for some ball throwing.

“I don’t understand. What are you doing?” he asked again, his confusion more than apparent. Normally the sight of a naked girl would create far different feelings inside him, but this was just too weird. Why was this girl acting like a dog? Why was she naked for that matter? Was there something wrong with her brain? Instead of answers he got another bark and a look that seemed half begging and half adoration. She clearly wanted something from him.

“Uh, I’m here to take a look at the dishwasher,” he told the kneeling girl. She smiled and panted happily, tail swinging in excitement. “Do you… um… want me to leave?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable. 

Instead of answering him, she barked again. Manuel bit his lip. It didn’t appear that the resident wanted him to go, so instead he shrugged and turned away from the naked girl on her hands and knees a few feet away. He rounded the bar and entered the kitchen heading toward the dishwasher. He heard her follow and tried very hard not to look backward.

He opened the dishwasher up. Sure enough, there was a large puddle of soap and grit filled water in the bottom. Across from him, on the other side of the dishwasher door, the naked girl stopped, looking at him in interest. Manuel couldn’t help looking at her.  Between her arms dangled incredible breasts, two rosy tipped mounds. But to his surprise, upon closer inspection, her right nipple was pierced with a golden hoop.  Dangling from it was a small gold colored padlock, the outline of a rose enameled in black decorating its surface. The sight of the pierced breast was certainly distracting and it took Manuel a moment to tear his eyes away.  

She suddenly turned around, moving in a circle and Manuel’s eyes snapped back at her as she gave him a perfect view of every angle. From the sides, her breasts were round and pendulous, hanging beneath her in a way that any man would be grateful to have swinging above his face. Her curved bottom was well-rounded and as she turned her rump toward him he saw the swollen wet petals of her sex, only partially obscured by the swinging tail. She was clearly aroused. He saw that he’d been right about the tail. It was attached to a butt plug which was driven deep into the poor girl’s rear end. His mind had completely forgotten the dishwasher as she finished her turn. 

He blinked as their eyes met and he turned away, shaking his head slightly, as if too clear his mind. He looked back at the dishwasher and then deliberately reached in, his fingers scrabbling for the filter. He had removed it, letting the sitting water drain, when he felt her touch him. He jerked upward and realized that she had come around the open dishwasher door and was now rubbing the side of her body against his hip. He twisted, startled.

“Hey!  What are you doing?” he demanded. She glanced at him, her doggie smile wide. But there was something else in those eyes, a flash of desire, of need. He wasn’t sure of it until she pushed her head forward toward his lap. Manuel fell backward, his hand accidentally hitting an empty metal bowl. He glanced down, picked it up, and read “Lisa” across the rim.

“Lisa?” he repeated. “Is that your name?” He asked. The girl perked up, grinning madly and letting out a little whine of pleasure. She dipped her head again, working herself into his lap. Manuel couldn’t help putting his hands on her, still not sure if he was going to push her away or stroke the smooth bare skin. The moment he touched her however, felt the softness of her flesh, his hand decided to stroke and he slid his fingertips down from shoulder to her ass, enjoying the sensation every man desires.  

Lisa’s mouth found the growing bulge in his pants and she kissed it, a very un-doglike behavior. Manuel let out a little groan of his own and then his hand came up and grabbed Lisa’s breast. His thumb touched the little piercing, working it back and forth and she let out a whimper as her eyes closed in pleasure. Her hips worked, thrusting and the tail wagged wildly. Her tongue licked at the thick denim of his jeans and she pawed at his pants, clearly unwilling to use her fingers to get at his cock.

Manuel lost it at that moment, his brain befuddled by the events occurring in the kitchen. He snapped his jeans open, tugging down the zipper even as Lisa panted again, giving small encouraging barks. As soon as his cock was exposed, the straining purple tip emerging from the foreskin, Lisa dived down, opening her mouth and taking the thick rod with a gusto that Manuel had never experienced in a woman before. She was an expert cock-sucker as well, bobbing her head in a way no dog had ever done.

He groaned as he let his fingers explore her body. He spent an inordinate amount of time on her breasts, tugging and squeezing and playing with her piercing. Then he slid his hand down over her buttocks, working his fingers deeper until he found her slit. She was soaked, the scent of her arousal filling the tiny kitchen. He pushed two fingers into her body and she rocked back against him, her mouth still full of his cock, her tongue swirling in delicate rotations around his tip. When it seemed he was getting too close, she let his cock go, only to begin licking his balls. Manuel moaned.

Moments later Lisa barked again, lifted her head from his crotch, and then turned around, presenting her tail end. Manuel couldn’t believe it.  he wiggled her rear end for him, glancing back over her shoulder. He knew what she wanted, her hips rolling in obvious need. He struggled to his knees and pushed his jeans even farther down. Behind her, he pushed forward, the wet and purple head of his manhood preceding him. It found her slit, sliding through the moisture and Manuel grabbed her hips, thrusting deep into her warm soaked well as she pushed backward, assisting in her impalement upon his shaft.  She whined in pleasure as he drove inward, then pulled out, only to pump himself hard through her loins. Together they moved doggie style, grinding away in frantic thrusts of animal lust.

Manuel came a few moments later, the sexual activity combined with Lisa’s dog-like behavior too much for his libido to handle. He pulled away, his cock limp and wet and Lisa groaned in disappointment. She turned around even as Manuel fell back against the cabinet door beneath the sink. She put her head down between his legs and began lapping at his softening cock, licking the combined cream of their tryst from his member. Clearly trying to get him hard again.

It didn’t take her long.