Blossoming Desire
By Sellestia

	I laid happily atop my dad, ear pressed against his chest listening to his heartbeat, and breathing as they both slowed. His big, strong loving arms wrapped around me, making me feel like I was safe and loved. My own smaller arms squeezing against his sides, and clenching at his fur. The most wonderful part of our embrace though, was my own father's large cock, and thick knot locked inside me, and the belly full of hot seed he had deposited just moments before.

	Not sure how long we had been laying there. Snuggling, cuddling, enjoying each others warmth. It had been long enough that our breathing and heart rates returned to normal, well mostly. Mine was still a bit elivated from the feel of my father's cock pulsating inside me with each beat of his heart. I loved it though, made me feel even closer to him than what we had just done, or the knowledge that he may have just put litter of pups in me. It was all worth it though, for us to share this moment together, something I wouldn't change for the world.

	Getting to this point started about 2 years ago when I was 12. Should probably start off by saying a little about myself though. I'm currently a 14 year old Dutch Shepherd pure blood. My family has always been big on keeping the bloodline pure, mainly because our breed is rare in the area of the world. Incest isn't unheard of in our family, and at times encouraged if there isn't anyone outside the family.

	My fur is the most annoying part about my breed. It ranges from brown, to black, and no matter how much I wash, I still look as though I had just been out rolling in dirt. Combine that with fur that just doesn't want to smooth out with out an hour of brushing at least, and you can probably understand why I hate my fur. It also doesn't help that I get picked on for always looking dirty. Aside from my fur though, my body is developing well. I'm about five foot, and weigh a little over 110 lbs. My dirty looking fur does little to hide the smooth lines of my form when I look at myself in the mirror. Hips that already draws the attention of boys and men, and I had to start buying C-cup bras recently. I have pointed ears that easily stand up, and a somewhat fluffy tail that is about two feet long if I had to guess since I've never measured it.

	So 2 years ago, I remember it pretty well. It started when I was woken from my sleep by a tree outside tapping on the window due to the wind. Even at 12, hearing that tap tap tapping was kind of scary. So I decided I wanted to be with my parents where I knew it would be safe. I silently went to their room, and cracked their door open intending to sneak in and climb into bed before they could protest. I didn't get past the door though, not after seeing my mom face down on the bed, ass in the air over her knees while she bit into a pillow, and my father thrusting over and over into her. The room was dimly lit by moonlight, just enough that I could just barely make out part of his shaft when he pulled back. I watched for a moment, almost mesmerized by the site before snapping back and closing the door as quietly as I had opened it. I don't think they ever knew I was there, if they did they never said anything about it.

	At that time in my life, I had just recently discovered masturbation. Seeing my parents doing what they had been did have its effect on me. I returned to my room, having completely forgotten about the tapping tree outside my room. The excited feeling in my chest bringing thoughts to my mind that I had never had before. Oddly enough, the tapping tree never scared me again after that.. anyways. I laid down in my bed, thinking about what I had just seen. Before I knew it my paw had slipped down between my legs, almost as if it had a mind of its own.

	I started to gasp, and whimper as my fingers rubbed, and ground against my wet little untouched folds. The image of what I walked in on fresh in my mind, playing over and over and over again. It didn't take long before I was immitating my mother's position, biting my pillow with my ass in the air and fingers feverishly pumping into me. I had never given myself such pleasure before, or moaned in such a way. I thought before then that I knew what an orgasm was, that I had given myself a few orgasms in the past. That was the night that I learned what a real orgasm was. How earth shattering, mind blowing, body numbing a real one was. Well, that's what I thought at the time. I didn't know I would eventually learn how truly intense that pleasure can be. My first real orgasm did have me twitching, and shuddering though. Unlike the times before when by body would tense up for a bit, then relax a moment later.

	I started to get in that position every time I felt the urge to play with myself. My fantasies at first really just being what I had seen my parents doing on repeat. Eventually though they changed, and instead of my mom being the one dad drove into, it was me. The first time I had the thought, I nearly stopped. A sudden spark of pleasure kept me from ending my little play time, and urged me to continue with this new take on the fantasy I had been having. My orgasms seemed to be more powerful after I began to fantasise that dad was rutting into me instead of mom. I kept my fantasies a secret, afraid to tell anyone, not aware at the time about how my family was when it came to reproducing. So I stayed silent, for about a year or so. In that time my positions had changed into different ones. Some on my back, others on my side in some manner, even tried it once upside down after a friend mentioned that she had heard about it. No matter the position though, it was always me with my father, and that position I saw my mother in always remained my favorite.

	By the time I was 13, I found it harder and harder to keep my eyes off my father. He was hot in my mind. Almost six foot tall, and well built or pretty fit if you'd rather. His arms were strong, yet gentle. He could be stern and cold as ice one moment, but the most caring and loving dufus the next. He was always there when I needed him, and rarely told me no unless mom had said no. I loved him, but didn't realize or didn't want to realize I was falling in love with him. Boys my own age surrounding me at school, and the only male I had any iota of interest in was my own father. We were taught at school during sex ed that a relation between family was wrong, but I didn't care. I loved my daddy, and wanted to love him more and more with each passing day.

	I started looking up tips and tricks to attract men. Most of them were about how to dress, how to do your fur and so on. There were a few that went over how to act, but nothing I found seemed to really help. I didn't have the clothes to dress up like I read, or clean enough looking fur to do up either. My mother didn't act like any of the articles that I read said someone should, yet she seemed to have dad's interest all the time. I did the best I could with what I had to work with though. I started dressing in tighter clothes, once that hugged the developing curves of my young body. I ignored the ones about fur and hair, because I already knew what dad liked after over hearing a conversation he had with some friends a year back. So I kept my light dirty brown hair long and straight, and did nothing to my fur out of the usual hour of grooming every couple of days.

	It wasn't long before I noticed the effect my new clothes were having. Dad started looking at me differently. He started holding me longer, cuddling me closer to him. Even mom changed, giving dad and I more space, which confused me a little. I didn't think much about it though, because more time with my daddy is always better. Dad soon took over tucking me in at night. He pet my head, give my muzzle a few kisses, little scritches under my chin that in time moved to gentle rubs over my neck. He'd always leave me wanting more after he was done, and every night I'd bring myself to the blissful peak of a climax after he'd leave and before finally falling asleep.

	It was about a month before my 14th birthday when mom came into my room one day. She greeted me with her loving smile as she moved to sit on the bed, then patted the space next to her to beckon me over. With out hesitation I sat where she had patted, curious as to what she wanted. We started talking, and the topic quickly became clear. She was worried about me liking boys, especially boys of another breed. I told her that I wasn't interested in any boys, which by all accounts was completely true because I was interested in a man, though I didn't tell her that. This bit of knowledge seemed to make her relax, and she went on to say how strict the family was about keeping the bloodline pure. She confessed that her and my father were actually cousins. My two sets of grandparents had 3 different father's between them all. My grandfather on my father's side, and grandmother on my mom's side were siblings from a father who was new to the family.

	By this time my mother was rarely in the same room if my father and I were snuggling. It wasn't till a week before my birthday that I actually realized just how much time my mom was giving me and my dad. The only reason I realized it was because she came to talk to me about it. Again we sat on my bed, and was having a nice little chat when she finally brought up the subject. She didn't directly ask me, but I was old enough to understand what she was getting at. I played dumb though, still trying to play out my young niave nature for as long as I possibly could. Eventually though I gave in, and confessed with a rush of tears, and sobbing. I knew what the family thought about incest, and that everyone seemed ok with it. Yet, I felt like my feelings were still wrong. Like I was in a way wanting to steal dad from mom, which was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. She did her best to console me, holding me in her gentle loving arms, rocking back and forth as she shushed me and told me it would be ok. She always had a knack of calming me down, then again I guess that's one of the powers a mother has over her child.

	My 14th birthday came, and it was a fun filled day. Presents, cake, a party with some friends, followed by a sleep over with said friends. It wasn't till the next day, after my friends had left that mom brought one last present to me while I was alone in my room. I quickly realized why she had waited to bring it to me. I felt a mixture of shock, awe, excitement, and embarrasment when I pulled out the realistic looking canine dildo, complete with a thick knot at the base. I had used objects before, but nothing as big as this thing. It was about eight and a half inches long, and two inches wide just before the three inch thick two and a half inch long knot. Mom told me to keep it hidden, and to try and not make to much noise while using it which got a laugh out of both of us, all be it an awkward one from me.

	Over the next couple of months I came to really enjoy my new toy. Gone were the days of various handles of small objects. I now had the closest thing to a real cock I could ever get, and every time I used it I fantasized that it was dad's. It took some time to work it into myself, but during that time I experienced even more powerful orgasm than I had ever done in the past. I wasn't just twitching, and shuddering anymore, but at times spazming, and also losing most of my strength. The gift my mother had given me changed my sexual world, and I was loving every inch of that change. The knot though scared me, and hurt any time I tried to get it in. I never forced it, worried that it would actually get stuck and I'd have to be taken to the hospital. I'd probably have died if I had to, or  had to watch my parents explain why a 14 year old had a dildo knotted inside her. So, I never pushed it as far to take the knot, though I got close a few times when I climaxed.

	It had been about four months after I was gifted my favorite toy. I was laying on the couch with dad, snuggled up against him in a spooning position. I had on a pair of yoga shorts, and a long shirt that easily covered the shorts completely when I stood. Mom came down the stairs, all dressed up ready to go out. She leaned over the back of the couch, kissed my father and lightly rubbed my muzzle before saying she was heading out. Just before she left out the door though, she said one last thing "You two have fun". Normally I'd think nothing of it, but this time she said it in an odd way, almost as if she was maybe hinting at something? With out missing a beat dad replied that we would, and again the way he said it seemed odd. The door shut, and the confusion of how things were said soon faded as dad and I returned to watching our movie.

	I was happily relaxed in the only place in the world I wanted to be, snuggled up against the man of my dreams and fantasies. My mind quickly changed from the movie when I felt his arm move, and his paw slip down to gently rub against my thigh. Almost instantly I felt sparks of excitement igniting in my stomach, my heart flutter, and nervousness wash over me. My eyes stayed on the movie, but my mind was completely focused on the paw rubbing my leg, wondering what it was doing, hoping it wouldn't stop, wishing and yearning for what I wanted it to do, to be.

	I felt like I might be getting my wish as the paw moved to my hip, pushing the long shirt up and exposing the black shorts that clung to me. Then it stopped, making me freeze and hold my breath. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath till I felt a gentle nip to my ear, and the soft words from my father telling me to relax. I let myself relax, exhaling heavily which seemed to trigger the paw to move again. I had to start paying attention to my breathing when I felt the paw slip under the shirt and onto my stomach. The paw moved slowly, making me feel teased as my excitement rose higher and higher the more his paw moved up my body.

	Then his paw stopped, inches from my just barely C-cup breasts, making me freeze and wonder why. It was so close, oh god how I wanted that large paw to cup, and fondle my chest. My ear flicked as my father softly spoke into it once again, telling me, not asking but telling me to tell him what I wanted. The paw that had slowly worked its way up my body, the light circles he made with his finger tips against my stomach, every little thing he did from the moment his paw landed on my thigh, to the time he spoke had excited me more than I had ever been before. I don't know if it was the hormones I was told of, or the deep seeded desire I had for him. As soon as he told me to say what I wanted, I confessed. I didn't miss a beat as I told him how I felt, and what I wanted.

	As I spoke his paw started to move, little by little, teasing me more and more, and spurring me on to say more. I told him about how I fantasize about him, what positions I do it in, how often, why I started dressing the way I did, what I did the night I saw them. I of course left out the bit about the toy mom had given me. All of this soon got me what I wanted, and I let out a deep, and delighted moan when I felt his paw slip up and finally squeeze one of my perky breasts. He just smiled and listened while I confessed everything, his paw idly rubbing over one of my firm breasts. When I was done he nipped my ear, and said that everything I said was good to hear, but I didn't tell him what I actually wanted. I had to bite my lip as the thoughts of what I really wanted flowed through my head. I couldn't help but whimper when I felt his paw leaving my chest, and abruptly opened my mouth. Once again I was confessing to my father. Confessing how I wanted him, the things I want to do with him. I was nervous about what I was saying, worried somewhat that it would make him stop. To my delight though his paw returned to its rubbing motions against my chest.

	Once I was done with my confession I went silent, waiting for his response. It felt like an eternity passed while we laid silently and he molested my chest. I eventually got the reply I was waiting for, but not one that I expected. I felt him move behind me, then suddenly he was nuzzling into my neck. Giving gentle kisses, nips, and licks against my neck while his paw began to squeeze my chest harder, and his fingers spent some time pinching, and toying with my hardened nipples. Within moments he had me moaning with wonderful pleasure. I played with my nipples before, and knew it felt good. When he did it though, somehow it felt so much better. Then he bit me, made me feel his fangs digging into my neck and making me gasp out a little cry while my body instinctively submitted to him. At that moment I knew I was his, and I wouldn't be able to resist even if I had wanted too.

	He moved about behind me, causing me to move with him till I was laying on my back ontop of him. He gently pulled my paws over my head, and told me to leave them there, then began to pull my top up. He pulled the shirt up till it was wrapped around my arms, then twisted and tieing the fabric to restrict my arms and keep them together over my head. The wonderful paws moved down over my body, stopping to squeeze and tease both of my young perky breasts that were now on full display. He was taking me to heaven, putting me in the position I had wished for over the past 2 years. I could feel it, that I was now his plaything, and I loved it. Eventually his paws moved lower, hooking into my little shorts and panties to push them down off my hips. I couldn't help but to wiggle my hips in an attempt to help with the removal of clothes. Those delightful paws soon slid back up my thighs while I used my legs to kick the shorts and panties off. The moment I kicked the cloth off, I gasped and shuddered. His fingers had found the soaked mounds of my little cunny, and started to lightly rub and carres my lower lips. Every little touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me, making me moan more, and squirm above him while he growled into my ear from time to time.

	I didn't know how differently things would feel when someone else touched me, but dad was quickly teaching me how great it all felt. When he finally sunk two of his fingers in, I cried out and arched my back. One paw focusing on my little clit, while the other started to pump the thick fingers in and out of my soaked little hole. Oh fuck did it feel great, something I'll never forget. As he finger fucked me, I moaned almost like a bitch in heat. I moaned how great it felt, I moaned out for him "Oh daddy... yes daddy", I moaned for more and he happily gave me more. His longer fingers pressed into areas mine could not, and quickly found my fabled precious little spot. As soon as he put pressure on it, and ground his fingers over it, my mind went blank with a hazy, lustful pleasure. I'm sure I cried out long and hard when my orgasm overtook my body. My mind was so lost in pleasure though that I barely noticed anything else other thing the devine fingers working my cunt. When I came down, and returned to my sense. My dad was already gently hugging his arms around my stomach and giving me a light scritching. He asked if I enjoyed it, and with a big smile I gave a nod and told him it felt in credible.

	We laid on the couch for a bit longer before he reached down and gave my little cunny a little pat. The attention immediately sent a jolt through my body, making me shudder and gasp. He had started to say something, but stopped when he noticed the reaction I had to the little pats. I guess this gave him an idea, because instead of continuing what he was going to say, he gave my wet slit a gentle smack. He lightly spanked my pussy several times, and each time I cried out and shuddered with delight. I heard him chuckle, and comment to himself that he needs to remember that. My ears twitched when his next words came out, obviously directed at me. He wanted me to get on my knees, on the floor in front of the couch. I did as I was told, and moved into the position he wanted me in while he sat up. With my arms still tied together now resting in my lap, I looked up at him curiously. He just grinned, rubbed my muzzle, and started to undo his pants.

	Within moments he had his cock out, and my eyes were locked on it in shock. The shape, the color, it looked so familiar. I was about to ask something when he spoke up, and asked if it looked familiar. I gave a little nod of my head, then he feigned surprise when he mentioned the dildo mom had given me the day after my birthday. Turns out, my favorite toy was an almost copy mold of my father's cock. The only difference was that the dildo was made a bit smaller than him. As soon as I learned this, I had my paws wrapping around his cock. I knew how good the toy felt, and was eager to feel the real thing. While I stroked my dad's cock, I felt a paw move to the back of my head and gently began to pull me towards him. I gave little resistance, and within moments my muzzle was close to his cock. I smelled his musk, a mix of earthy oders, sweat from working outside earlier in the day, and a hint of urine. Instantly I was in love with the scent of his cock, but before I could enjoy it my muzzle was filled with the taste of daddy cock. I ground my tongue against every inch of his wonderful cock. Tasting and pleasing as much of him as I could while I listed to his sounds of pleasure. When I started to suck, and bob my head up and down, his noises got even louder. His paw gripped into my hair, and he began to guide my head. I gave into my desires completely, no longer caring about anything other than sucking, and pleasing daddy. Even as my muzzle became sore, I pushed on, not wanting to let my dad down. For my efforts I was rewarded with my first taste of thick cum. I felt his cock pulse against my tongue, and each shot of seed the spewed into my hungry muzzle. The flavor that coated my tongue was like nothing I had tasted before. At first I was unsure about it, it was kind of salty, musky, and... odd. I gulped down every drop how ever with out hesitation. It was my dad's cum, cum that was given to me for a job well done. I wouldn't be a good daughter if I rejected it, now would I?

	His orgasm soon faded, and he gently pulled my head off his cock. I saved the last bits of his seed to swish around, getting a better taste of him to figure out if I liked it. When he asked if I did, I just smiled up at him with a muzzle full of jizz and nodded. It was on odd flavor, but one that I was liking in some way. The more I focused on the taste, the more I enjoyed it, and the more I found myself hoping for more in the future. Soon after that he scooped me up, and carried me to his bedroom. He gave me little licks, nips, kisses and all the effection he could while he carried me. It wasn't till we made it to the bedroom that he finally kissed me. Not like the usual kiss he'd give me, his daughter, but one of lovers. I hadn't swallowed the last of his cum yet, but he seemed to not care as he pushed his strong tongue into my muzzle. With my arms wrapped around his neck still tied together with the shirt, and my lips pressed tightly against his while our tongue wrestled, he gently laid me onto my back. He eventually broke the kiss by pulling away, and soon after freed my arms from the shirt. I looked at him, filling more lust and desire for him than I ever had before. My legs spread wide, exposing my little cunny to him as he stood next to the bed still sporting his hard cock. When he asked if I'd like for him to be my first, I instantly and excitedly said yes. "Yes daddy, I've wanted you to be my first for over a year. Please make me yours daddy" is exactly what I said. I'm sure I'll never forget those words as long as I live.

	With that said, my dad gave a nod and a loving smile as he moved over me. Crawling up onto the bed, and between my legs into position to claim what I wanted him to have. I was nervous, scared, excited, eager, and horny as fuck. I wanted my daddy, I wanted all of him, and I didn't care about anything else. I felt my body shudder when his tapered tip slid across my slit, it didn't matter, it was going to belong to him. I gasped as he lined up and began to prod against my little opening, it didn't matter, it was going to belong to him. I arched my back, and cried out while clenching my paws into his arms, digging my claws into his fur while he filled my dreched little pussy. Again, it didn't matter, he was taking what now belonged to him. Inch after inch sank into me, stretching my little cunny more than it ever had before. I was happy that my toy had been made smaller than he really was, it kept me from stretching out to much and kept me tighter for him. It hurt a little, but the pleasure I felt as my dad's cock sunk deep inside of me was the best feeling short of an orgasm I had ever felt. Thanks to the practice I had gotten with the toy, he waisted little time in shoving his cock in till I felt the growing knot grinding against my lips. As soon as his knot pressed into me, he looked down at me and our eyes locked. Both of us looking at one another with lust, desire, and love for each other, along with big smiles. I was now where I truly wanted to be, under my father with his hot cock buried deep inside me. We looked at each other for a moment before I let out a few soft spoken words "Please fuck me daddy". He didn't need to be asked twice, and quickly began to fuck me like I had dreamt about.

	His thrusts started out gentle-ish. He wasn't totally soft on me, but he was taking his time starting out. It allowed me to get a little more use to the increased size compared to my toy, and it also allowed me to get to know the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. Gradually he started to pick up the pace. Each thrust making my body bounce, and move more and more. Each time his cock filled, and stretched me open I moaned in pure pleasure, and at times begged "More daddy" "Please daddy". I had learned about pre-ejaculate in school, and I could feel it filling my tunnel. It didn't ooze out like I had seen in some videos, but almost felt like it was squirting into me. I was even starting to smell it as it overflowed and leaked out of me. 

	The scents, oh god how could I have gotten this far with out mentioning the scents. My dad's musk was strong, but his arousal was even stronger. The scent of his arousal alone at times had made me felt a little dizzy when I smelt it in the past. The smells assaulting my nose was earthy, manly, a mixture of sweat from working outside earlier that day, and sweetness from I don't know where. I loved the smells my nose was picking up, knowing they were all coming from him. I had gotten so use to my own scent, that I barely even noticed it anymore. At some point, in the back of my pleasure and lustful desire filled mind, I had decided on something. That at some point I'd have to shove my nose into his crotch and just take in his scent, hell I'd probably bath in it if it was possible at this point.

	Dad continued to fuck me though, grunting and moaning above me, clearly loving my tight little hole wrapping around his cock as he shoved it into me over and over again. I loved feeling his large cock spreading me open over and over again. Then he shoved into me and stopped completely, making me look up at him and whimper. He asked if I ever took the knot on the toy. I shook my head and explained way, which got a laugh from him and an understanding nod. I let out a gasp of a moan when he suddenly rolled us over, and moved to lay in the bed properly. His head on the pillows, and feet down at the end with me ontop of him impaled on his cock. His paws moved to my hips, holding me gently as he looked up at me with a grin and commanded me to ride him. I put my paws on his chest, and pushed myself up over him. The movement made me shudder, and moan as I felt his cock move inside me and press against my walls. Once I was just about sitting above him, I began to move my hips. I rolled them as I started to lift and fall, starting out softly like he had, but quickly built up speed. Within moments I was bouncing up and down his entire length. Crying out in pleasure while I smiled in blissful delight as I road my dad's cock.

	The new position caused his length to grind into new areas inside my cunny. I also quickly learned that I had more control over what areas his cock was grinding into. I eagerly took advantage of this, moving and exploring to find the most pleasurable way to ride his shaft. It didn't take long to find it, and figure out how to repeatedly move so his cock would press and grind into just the right areas. As I road him, I could feel the thick knot pressing, knocking at my intrence each time I slid down onto him. My body lowered, giving me more leverage to start pushing back onto his cock. I wanted that knot, I wanted him locked inside me, and I didn't care that he didn't have a condom on and I hadn't been put on the pill. The only thing I cared about was that this is what I had been dreaming about, that I felt like I belonged ontop of him, taking his cock and pleasing it with my little pussy. I cared that I was his, and his alone. I began pushing back harder and harder "I want it daddy, I want your knot" is what I cried out, multiple times I think, I'm not sure things are starting to get hard to remember at this point. I felt my orgasm approaching, getting closer and closer with each push I made back onto him. His paws gripped my hips tightly, and he began meeting my pushes with thrusts, slamming that large knot against me again and again.

	Then it happened, a sharp pain between my legs, followed by the most intense rush of pleasure I had ever felt in my 14 years of existance. I don't know what I did, or what he did after that. At that moment all I knew was pleasure with a hint of pain filling every fiber of my small being. When I came back to the real world, I was laying ontop of my dad. Panting heavily and still moaning while he was gently petting my head and back. My body still twitching, and shivering with shocks of delight coming from what seemed to be everywhere. A sensation of something hot deep inside me, just a little deeper than his cock was reaching. Part of me was confused by it all, but the part that was in control didn't care a single bit. I had gotten what I had wanted so badly over these past two years.

	When I had calmed down enough to start thinking clearly, I realized that the warm sensation deep inside my belly was my own father's cum, pooled in what I assumed to by my womb. I felt the discomfort of his knot, locking his cock deep inside me. These two things brought a huge smile to my face, and I couldn't resist giving him a deep and loving kiss. When I pulled back, and looked into his eyes, deep into his eyes. I felt more love for him than I think I had ever felt before, and simply said, in a soft voice "Thank you daddy".

	We laid happily together on the bed for I don't care how long. Snuggling each other, and accasionally licking, nipping or kissing one another. Our paws explored each other's bodies more, and we talked a bit to discover more about each other's sexual desires, preferences and so on. I confessed that I really wanted to do it like I had seen him and mom doing it when I walked in on them over two years ago. I'm sure I had already told him that before, but I said it again just to be sure he heard me. I went into some detail about some of the fantasies I'd play out in my head while using my toy. He shared with me too, telling me how he had been craving me just as much as I him. How at times mom would pretend to be me, just to keep him from going after me till I was a little older. I learned that mom had wanted to wait another year, but she had given in to him and finally agreed to let it happen a few nights ago. I also learned that she was going to be gone all night, and all day the next day.

	We chatted, and enjoyed each other's company till his knot deflated and slipped out. We grinned at each other, both of us feeling eager for another round. With a quick and hard smack to my ass, I yelped then bit my lip. He commanded me to get on all fours, like my mother had been. I quickly moved into position, hiking my tail up clear out of the way as it wagged happily. I gave him a full show of my little tailhole, and cum drooling used cunny. With a swing of his paw came another smack, and another yelp before I felt his tip slip up against my cunny hole. Turning my head, and grinned at him with an eager lust.

"Fuck me daddy, fuck your new bitch"