Rashida

Lanier

Rashida the Mink is an eight year old waiting on her father to return home from work. It is currently 7:56 pm, dishes from the previous night are all put up, warm bath water has been drawn, and even baked some pre-cut up chicken and a pan of peas -- cream peas that is.

	Daddy loves creamed Peas. *Not* creamed corn. He told a story of how he got into a freak vacuuming accident. He went to suck up some creamed corn he did, and the blasted machine caught fire as the bag blew up! Yellow chunks splat everywhere and filled the house with burning smoke, which activated the fire alarm, things went *south* fast!
So, to this day, daddy curses that variable vegetable.

	He'd probably like it if he tried.

	It was so that little Rashida waited for a few more minutes and examined herself; she wore no clothes and was completely naked, her fur was black mixed with dark browns and faded into a creamy off white at the face. Her stomach had a large bulge in it, not because she was fat or chubby…

	but due to her incestual love making with her father.
	
	When the little mink learned of her pregnancy, she cried tears of joy. Over the course of eight months, the little girl craved strange foods she thought she’d never want to eat, had sudden mood swings, and an ever increasing size of her breasts. For an eight year old, she would normally be as flat as a pancake. But upon fondling them, Rashida could cup them and produce sweet milk. 

	The front door she stared at began to jingle with keys, and the locking mechanism behind them becoming undone. The door opened to an older mink, more light brown than black, lugging in a large box.

	“Daddy!!” The little girl tried her best to run to her father who picked her up as she jumped on him. “Daddy! Daddy! I made you some chicken and peas daddy!~”

	Lanier dropped the box and held her by her bottom while his daughter held his stiff shoulders. Forcing kisses all over him, he laughed and gave her a good grope. “You shouldn’t exert yourself my little nut filled cookie.”

	“Hooo~” Rashida swooned. “I need you to fill my cookie with your nut. Right here. Right now.” The small mink then invaded his lips with her lashing tongue.

	“Mmm! How about I bring you to the bed-”

	“No! RIGHT NOW!!”

	Lanier could not deny this naked cub trying her best to grind away her lust on his body, tying lips and swaying hips. Dearly so, it was entirely his fault she was a nymphomaniac with no control over her carnal urges. It was why she could not leave the house, the poor girl. Little Rashida always yearned for a friend, but no matter who, from babysitters to pizza deliveries, and mailmen to girl scouts, she would drive them all off at the first chance she got by being overly sexual. Boy or girl, the mink would attempt to get into their pants to fondle and prod, rub and lick. Yet, here she was, starved for attention and in a *greedy* need. Lanier *tried* to be a good father, allowing his promiscuous daughter free use to ride him anytime she so desired. This has caused many bed sheets to be changed, and the need to buy more shampoo than was needed to wash out the copious amounts of ejaculate out of his little girl whenever she demanded a bukkake from her father.

	Lanier began to unbutton and unzip his pants when Rashida was getting impatient. 

	“Come oooooon~ Faster daddy faster! I need you in me!~ I-I feel hot! Hurry up! PLEASE!!” Her left arm left his shoulder and went to help him with his pants, digging at his throbbing hard on until it became free and his jeans fell to the ground. “Ugh! So close! Hurry-hurry-hurry! Stick it inside!”

	Lanier turned towards the door and pressed her small body against it, thrusting deep the flesh that bonds. “Mrrah! Fuck!”

	Rashida found that she was held by her thighs as they were spread apart and bumped against the door. “Yes! Harder! Oh god!”

	Her father began to manhandle her roughly, just the way she liked it. Little mink hair frazzled as she bounced in rythem to his rolling hips,