Lost Dog

Chapter 2

Leah couldn't even begin to think about it. What he must think of his little girl now! Disgusted with herself and lost in thought, she didn't even notice when Rowlie's knot shrunk and he disengaged from her. His cum spilled to the floor, forming a sizable puddle of thick, gooey dog jizz.

After a while, Leah climbed off the floor and then sat on her bed. Rowlie, sensing her despair, sat next to her and put his head in her lap. She rubbed his ears and fought back her tears - a loosing battle, but she kept herself from sobbing uncontrollably. She looked down at the cum puddle; she really would have loved to have lapped it up in the heat of the moment, but how seeing it made her sick. And her toys, too, were all on display - he would have gotten an eye-full of the that as well. He must think her some horrible disgusting slut through all this!

"I'm sorry, Rowlie," she whispered through her tears. She actually felt bad for him, too. He looked as sad as she did, the way her peered up at her. Not just sad, but guilty. "It was wonderful. It really was, but - " she wiped her arm across her eyes. She took a deep breath to clam herself.

She knelt down next to her beautiful canine lover, and holding his head in her hands, she looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I loved it, Rowie. I did - you were great. It was amazing. Thank you." She kissed his snout and gave him a tight hug, which did seem to cheer him up a bit. She knew deep down that, had things not happened the way they had, she and Rowlie would definitely had fucked more than just that once.

Wrapping her bathrobe around herself, Leah took another deep breath and started for the door. Rowlie was right on her heels, just as he had been the night before, maybe even a little closer. Leah thought that maybe she should tell him to stay, sure that he would do so, but she couldn't bare to face her father alone. At least Rowlie would be by her side.

She walked down stairs, seeking her father. She found him in the kitchen, at the table, newspaper in hand. He was staring down at it, but as she watched him for a moment, she realized he wasn't reading, just staring. She steadied her nerves again, and approached him. For a moment, she wondered briefly if this is the feeling some girls get when they got caught sleeping with a boyfriend. Or, maybe this was more similar to her and her lover telling her father that she was pregnant, but even that didn't seem comparable. In fact, she rather wished she was telling her father about a pregnancy rather then talking about this.

She got to the table without him even hearing her, and she took and deep breathe as she slid the chair out and sat; Rowlie, dutifully, sat next to her. Her breakfast sat before her, and a cup of coffee, still steaming, with cream and sugar, just as he always made for her since she started drinking it.

"Dad?"

Jeff shook his head, startled by her voice. "Oh, Leah! I didn't hear you." He seemed embarrassed by that.

Leah nodded, nervously, and sipped her coffee. To her surprise, it was still hot. In fact, her eggs and hash browns were hot, too.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. Her father was folding the newspaper, or trying - he was having a difficult time and just kept fumbling around with it. Finally he just tossed the paper into one the empty chairs.

There was an awkward silence for a while, as both of them sipped their coffee and picked at their food, neither eating. At last, Jeff put his fork down and folded his hands. "Leah, I'm sorry I walked in on you. I try not to invade your privacy, and I hate that I intruded on you. Especially during something so - look, I heard a thud, I thought maybe you had fallen and hurt yourself. I'm really sorry."

"No, Dad, I'm sorry! I'm sorry you had to see that! God, I'm such a dirty little - " she almost said whore, but she caught herself. "You were coming to check on me, and you find that! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to let you down! I didn't mean for it to happen, I just -"

Jeff held his hands up to stop her. "Leah, honey, what you do is your business! I try to steer clear of invading your space as much as I can. When Mike's over, I know to stay out no matter what I hear. I just didn't know anything would be going on then."

Leah's face flushed all the more. "You know about me and Mike."

Jeff winced, realizing he was making things worse. "Um, yeah, actually. For a few months anyway. No offense, honey, but you guys are sixteen. You aren't very good at being quiet during it and it's not an easy sound to mistake. I walked by your door once on the way to my room - it was pretty obvious."

"And you didn't say anything?"

"I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would bring it up. I raised you to be smart and make your own choices. If you want to have sex, I can't stop you. I just have to hope you are using protection and are at least starting with someone who you really like and who treats you well. I think Mike's a good kid. If you were with someone I couldn't stand, I might have said something."

Leah relaxed a bit. Not only was her father not upset about her having sex, he didn't even seem disapproving about her being fucked by a dog. She couldn't believe he was this calm about the whole thing. She couldn't believe he had been so cool about her having sex with Mike.

"So, you are okay with all of this?"

"You and Mike? Or you and Rowlie?" After he voiced that last part, he realized what he was saying and flinched again.

Leah actually thought it was cute, the way her father reacted, and she giggled, not because it was funny, really, but she needed the release of tension. "Both, I guess. But me and Mike."

"Sure. You are using protect? Birth control? Our insurance does cover it, so you should be on it if you are going to be having sex."

She nodded, her shock still overwhelming her. Her father was okay with her being on birth control? Not just okay, he was actually suggesting it!

"As for Rowlie," Jeff started. "Whatever you do is fine with me. It didn't seem like either of you were . . . . taking advantage of the other. If anything, I would worry about how you would feel if we find his rightful owner."

Leah's head sunk. She hadn't thought about that! She petted Rowlie's head. "You don't think they'll know about . . . . what happened?" It was a silly question, and she knew it. Rowlie couldn't tell them, how could they know? Unless, he tried to fuck his owner when he got home.

Jeff chuckled. "Honey, Rowlie's a very well trained dog. Now, I don't know how he started . . . . I don't know how it happened, but I doubt he would just - "

"Mount me," Leah said, smiling at her father. If they were going to have a conversation, they should at least be able to say the words. It was cute watching him try to fumble for a pleasant way to say it, and it made her realize how much her really cared about her and how much she loved him, but it wasn't going to get them anywhere.

"Yeah. I don't think he would just mount you unless you were really provoking him."

Leah figured that last bit was actually, in part, a question, and she shook her head. She didn't think she had done anything that would be overly provocative.

"Then you gave him a command or did something in such a way that he knew what to do. Either way, I think Rowlie's is more then just a pet to someone out there, and they are missing him very much."

Leah nodded and sighed. It made perfect sense, now that her father had but it that way, but also made it even more likely that Rowlie's owners would find him and take him home.

Their conversation died there, and they ate their breakfast in silence. Leah watched her father most of the time. He seemed to be making a conscious effort not to look at her. At first she thought that maybe he was grossed out by it all but didn't want to say anything to her, but the more she thought about, the less that felt right. Her father had been very open with her and very honest. It didn't feel right that, after everything he had said, he would hide those feelings from her.

She finished eating and cleared her place. She caught him watching her when she turned to clean her dishes in the sink, but he quickly turned away, trying to act like he wasn't looking. She walked back to the table, smiling, as a theory formed in her head.

"Thank you, Daddy, for being so wonderful about everything." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. His eyes flickered, briefly, down her robe, but just for a second. "I'm going to see if Mike will help me put up fliers today about Rowlie. We'll probably come back here after we're done if you don't mind."

"Not at all," her father replied with a smile.

"We'll be in my room."

He chuckled again, a warm, pleasant sound. "Look, Leah, this is all rather abruptly out in the open. You and Mike don't need to sneak around or anything. If you are in your room, I won't bother you. I'd rather not hear the headboard banging against the wall or anything like that, but you don't have to hide, either."

"You're the best!" Leah flung her arms around his neck, and when he slowly reached around to embrace her, she quickly slipped into his lapping. He sucked in his breath as she sat on his thighs, and there was no hiding why. His face flushed bright red.

"Daddy?" Leah asked, sounding shocked as she wiggled her butt in her father's lap, pressing her rear into his hard on.

"God, Leah." He seemed uncomfortable with her in his lap, his cock so obviously poking into her leg, but she kept her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek again.

"Now, Daddy, we were having such a nice conversation about sex, and then you couldn't even look at me. You tell me you are fine with whatever I do, but then you hide stuff from me. That's not fair."

Jeff was conflicted, it showed on his face. He was embarrassed, but the gears were churning none the less. Leah knew him well enough to know what he was thinking. He wanted to be honest, he wanted to have a close, caring, and open relationship with her, and she had just discovered that her father, too, was still a sexual being, and that could not be avoided if they were going to be completely open.

Leah nuzzled her nose in against his neck, planting soft kisses along his shoulder and up to his ear. She bit down gently on his earlobe, and hearing the soft moan escape his lips, she bit down harder. She hadn't even given thought to what she was doing, and never once did the question of right or wrong enter her mind about kissing her father this way. Today had been of hectic ride, from being fucked by a dog, then finding out just how sweet and wonderful her father was, to realizing that he was so turned on by what he has seen, by her. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Did seeing Rowlie fuck me turn you on, Daddy?" she whispered in his ear.

"God yes," he breathed back. Leah felt her bathrobe untied, and then peeled open. His hand was on her soft stomach, caressing her skin. He was touching her in a way he had never done before, and it excited her. "Seeing him on top of you, fucking you - that was amazing. But just seeing you, naked on your hands and knees on the floor . . . "

As he trailed off, his hand slowly moved up her stomach, to her breast. He cupped one, squeezing gently at the tender flesh. Leah bit her lip and leaned into his touch; Mike's hand never felt so good on her as her father's did now.

"Bit aggressive, aren't you, Daddy?"

"You have no idea, honey." He pulled her into him, crushing her body to his and pressing his lips to hers. The spark there, the heat of his kiss was amazing. Such intensity, such passion and love - Leah's hands went to her father's cheeks and held his face as she returned all the love and desire with her own lips. His tongue sought out her own, and very suddenly she was thrust into a world unlike anything she had ever known, a world in which a kiss could express so much and feel so wonderful. She understood then just how inexperienced she was, and how much more she could learn.

Even before she had had sex with Mike, Leah had fantasized about older men, men in their forties or so, distinguished, experienced ones who knew how to treat a lady and dominate a slut. She loved it when Mike took control, when he told her to do things, but she was too much his equal for him to truly dominate her the way she wanted, the way an older man could command her. His words were more like requests as opposed to the firm orders she wanted. She had always fantasized about an older man who could just take her, sweep her off her feet, and have his way with her as he liked. She had never considered that man could be her father, but that thought made her hotter then ever.

Her father's lips moved from hers and travel down her neck to her bare shoulder, kissing and biting across her skin, making her moan with desire. His hand continued to explore her breasts, moving from one to the other to squeeze the soft mounds and pinch at her young, hard nipples.

She whispered to his again, "I want to be your slut, Daddy."

He pulled back suddenly, and she was afraid she had offended him, but the look in his eyes was like a smoldering fire, a hungry wolf. "You don't know what you're asking. You have no idea what I would do to you."

"I want it, Daddy. I want to be your whore, your fuck toy," she begged, her very word carrying the desire, the necessity. "I want you to take me and use me anyway you want. I want it, I need it. Please!"

Any hesitation he had was gone. With one powerful yank, he ripped her bathrobe off of her and dropped it to the floor. She was surprised to discover herself suddenly naked, and even more shocked by the speed and force of his action, but God, how it excited her! He scooped her up in his arms and stood. She was cradled in his grasp, her arms around his neck and her head buried in his shoulder, moaning softly to him how much she wanted and need this, how much it turned her on. She knew he worked out, but she had no idea he was so strong as to carry her so effortlessly from the kitchen to the living room. He could have gone farther with her, her weight was no burden for him, but he couldn't wait.

He set her down on the sofa, and before Leah was even out of his arms, she was tearing at his shirt, desperate to get it off of him. She had always thought him a handsome man, but once his chest was bared to her, and she could see, not for the first time, but from a new perspective, his form, his shape, the success of his hard work and steady-fast training, a new opinion of him formed in his mind. Sexy, powerful, strong, lord. She was overwhelmed by the feeling, this new sensation - she was driven by lust of his body, of his position, and she welling up from her was a fanatic fascination. She adored him, so much beyond just a daughter's love for her father; in that moment, she truly worshipped him.

Leah leaned in a kissed his chest. Her lips were hot and wet against his cool flesh, and every touch of her mouth to his skin made them both shiver. Her hands fumbled with pants; she pulled open button and ripped the front apart. She pulled down his underwear, exposing his cock to her.

She was breathless at the site of it. Something about her father's throbbing member captivated her, entranced her. She cupped his balls in one hand, cradling them as if they were fragile and precious, and with her other, she gently stroked his cock, her eyes wide as she beheld the magnificent tool that had given her life so long ago. It felt powerful in her hands.

"Kiss it, Leah," he told her, his voice deep and strong. Growing up, he had not scolded her often, but when he had, nothing scared her more. There was some of that edge in his voice now, some commanding authority that he had which, she knew, no one else could ever have with her. His voice did scare her a bit, but it thrilled her utterly.

She leaned her face down and kissed the head of his cock. It was a soft kiss at first, a quick brush of the breeze on a flower's petal, but the contact of the flesh was electrifying, and she kissed his dick again with the fiery passion of a lovers' tryst, and her tongue lapped across the bottom of his dick, tasting the salty skin.

His hand grabbed the back of her head and drove her face completely down on him and held her there for a few moments. She couldn't breath; his member was much larger then Mike's, and she had barely taken all of his in her mouth at once. She struggled a little at first, but his grasp was like iron, and even as his cock tickled the back of her throat, threatening to gag her, she relaxed. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she regretted the few seconds she had struggled against him.

He grabbed her head between his hands and began to fuck his cock with her mouth, hard. He pulled her face completely off of his rod and then forced her down on him again, until she was crushed in against his pelvis "Is this what you wanted, Leah? To be your dad's fuck-toy? Is this how you wanted to be treated?" His voice matched the sneer on his face - there was no concern in those questions.

After a few moments, instead of just pulling her mouth off of him, he flung her bodily back on sofa. "You have a lot to learn about using your mouth, bitch."

"Yes, Daddy," she replied. Hearing her father say that turn made her pussy quiver.

He hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her legs up around his waist, her shoulder's still down on the couch. He pulled her in closer, his hands grabbing a solid hold of her ass. "Fortunately, you don't need to know a damn thing for me to fuck this cunt." With those words, her yanked her to him, driving his cock into her wet snatch with one thrust.

She came with that first penetration. His words, his actions, the way he possessed her throughout all of it had her mad with lust, and when he finally took her, completed his ownership of her body, she couldn't hold it back. Her father was fucking her! Her father, her Daddy, was now, and forever, her Lord. The sensation was amazing! He wasn't a thick as Rowlie, but he was longer and deeper than anything before. And his cock was so amazingly textured, so incredibly satisfying. Mike had always used a condom; her father was the first man to ever fuck her bareback. The difference was undeniable.

She could do nothing but let him take her. She couldn't even buck her hips; he wasn't thrusting into her a t all, Jeff was simply slamming her body against him. He used her, her cunt, to fuck his cock. He could have been using his hand or a fleshlight or some other toy - it would not have been as pleasurable, but that was all she was to him: a hot, wet hole for him to fuck his cock with.

She was crying and screaming out for more, over and over. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck you little girl. Fuck my cunt! Let me be your fuck toy, Daddy! I want to be your slut!"

"You like that, Leah? You like having your Daddy's cock inside your tight little hole? Better then that pussy boyfriend of yours? Better then fucking a dog, you god damn pig?"

"Yes, Daddy. God yes! So much better! Fuck me!"

Without the slightest warning, he flipped her over, and took hold of her waist in his hands as he fucked her. Her back no longer on the sofa, her face was buried into the cushions, but he continued to pound his cock with her over and over, slowing down a little, but banging her all the harder with ever stroke.

She couldn't believe how long he was lasting, how many times, just as her orgasm was ebbing, another climax sprung up and wracked her body. Mike, in all his lustful frenzy, never had this kind of power, nor had he ever lasted so long. Just over and over, Leah could only think about how she was finally being used by a real man, the man of her fantasies, her own father.

"Fuck!" he screamed, and one last time pulled her body hard against his, then held it there. "Take my cum, you whore!"

"Oh god, Daddy! Yes! Cum inside me! Fill my cunt with your cum! God, it feels so good!"

He held her there for a few moments, grunting as he emptied his balls inside her pussy. When the last of his jizz shot from his cock, he pulled her off and tossed her legs onto the sofa, like he was discarding a worthless toy. He sat down next to her, and Lean instantly crawled towards him, taking his cock in her mouth once again to suck his clean of her juices and his cum. She did her best, using her hand on him as she bobbed her face up and down on his shafting, licking away the wetness there. As much as she had been fucked, she was still completely horny, and this was only making her hotter.

He was wilting in her mouth, and the last of his juices oozed from his cock. She turned her attention to his balls, and she licked his sack clean of her cunt juice. At last, she crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs, and she embraced him again, crushing her young soft body against his hard, muscular chest.

"Thank you, Daddy! Thank you so much! That was best, ever! I love you so much!"

His arms encircled her. "I love you, too, Leah."

There lips met again, with all the passion of lovers and tenderness of family. Leah knew that nothing could be like kissing her father, no one who could love her and care for her more.

She rested her head against his chest. "God, that was incredible. You can fuck me any time you like, Daddy. Just say the word, and I'll bend over to take your cock."

He chucked as he stroked her hair. "You really do want to be my slut, huh?"

"Yes! God, yes! More than anything. Not just your slut - your toy, your possession. I want to be fuck hole, your cum-dumpster. Anything you want of me, I swear I will do it. Anything!" She had read most of those words in stories on-line, stories about girls like her serving men like her father. It had turned her on to read them being used, and it made her body shake to say them herself.

"Anything I want? Anything at all?"

"Anything and everything, Daddy. I swear."

"Dangerous promise, Leah. You have no idea what your father is really like."

"I want know. I want to experience it. Please?"

"Okay, honey. Okay."

She squealed with joy and kissed him again. "Should I break up with Mike?"

"Only if you want to. I would never tell you to do so. A true slut takes as much cock as she can get. Cock or pussy."

"Mmmmmm," she moaned at his words. "I guess I will need to get some pussy, huh, Daddy? To be a good slut."

"Yes, you will." He started to laugh a little; Leah gave him a questioning look, curious as to the cause of his amusement. "Sounds like you never made it with a girl, before, so it made me think, I guess I beat your mother."

"Beat her?" Leah didn't understand.

"To you. I beat her, I got you first. When you were young, it was a little joke between us, which one would fuck you first."

"What?" That shocked the hell out of her! Sure had come to accept that her father was attracted to her, but the idea that he had wanted to do so for long was just odd. And her mother, too!

"It was a joke between us, Leah. We swore to each other that neither of us would force anything, that it was your choice, always. You're parents are much more perverted then you could ever imagine."

Leah pondered that for a moment. She spun her body so that she was sitting in his lap, her back against his chest; his arms circled her stomach and held her close. Rowlie was watching them, sitting still and silent, and probably had been since her father carried her in here. Now, seeing her face him, he walked over to her. His tongue flicked out and lapped across her cunt. She purred and patted his head.

"Mmmm, good boy, Rowlie. That feels great!" His tongue slathered her pussy, licking her of her own juices and, she suspected, her father's cum as it seeped out.

"And the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, it seems," Jeff said. He kissed her head as he watched the dog lick his daughter's cunt.

"Is Mom a lesbian?" Leah asked.

"Bisexual - we both are, actually. Had a lot of crazy times when we were younger. But I think she is more into women. That's why we got divorced. We had a rather open marriage, but we agreed to be open and honest about anyone we were fucking on the side. Especially if it was more then just a one-time thing. Your mother would still sneak around, seeing other women. I got annoyed, and because of that, she left me for one of them."

Leah sighed with pleasure as Rowlie continued his oral administration. "That makes so much more sense, now." She watched her Doberman lover lap away at her, and thought about all the cum her father had pumped into her. She muttered, more to herself, "I guess I should get on birth control."

"I thought you said you were?" There was shock in her father's voice.

"No, you asked if Mike and I were safe. We use condoms."

"I didn't."

"I know." She reached a hand up to sooth his face. "It was fucking wonderful!"

Jeff's hand rubbed down over her bare pelvis mound. "I guess we'll find out if your father is still potent or not."

"Oh, I know he is," Leah replied. "I wish you could have been my first, Daddy. That would have been wonderful." An idea struck her, even as her father mumbled his agreement. "Back, Rowlie. Sit"

Rowlie did so, staking a few steps back and sitting down on his hunches, staying completely still. His red cock jutted out from the furry sheath, showing his readiness. Leah climbed out of her father's lap and down onto the floor. She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Rowlie. She lowered her head to his cock and took the thick member into her mouth. Slowly, purposefully, she began to go down on him, moaning her delight all the while, and making a large show of it to her father.

"God, you are a slut, Leah," he said, approvingly.

Leah moaned her response. Everything she did today just seemed to turn her on more and more, and now, Rowlie's cock in her mouth, spewing his doggy pre-cum onto her tongue, the fire in her body was becoming unbearable.

She wiggled her ass for her father, giving him a real show as she blew the dog. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing her tight asshole for him. She played with her anus with her finger, at first sliding the digit up and down in her ass crack, but as her body responded to the pleasing touch, she became more and more daring. She rubbed her finger in quick circles around her brown hole, and then she dipped her finger inside. It felt fabulous, penetrating her rear like that as a show for her father. She began to finger herself in earnest, going deeper and faster, deeper and faster, and all the while sucking on Rowlie's fabulous canine cock.

She felt her father's hands on her waist, and she knew her little show had gotten him back in the mood and ready for more. And she about to give him the virginity she had left - her ass. She felt the wetness heat of his spit land on her asshole, and with the head of cock, he smeared the small bit of lube around her hole; she wanted to feel him up her ass so badly, now, she could barely stand the teasing of his cock's touch.

He was a bit slower entering her asshole then he had been with her pussy. She could feel her muscular ring stretching wide for him, sliding open more and more and he fed his shaft into her tight rectum, pushing himself deeper inside. She wasn't breathing, she couldn't move at all, it was just too intense. She felt like his cock was everywhere inside of her, deeper in her body then ever, that somehow, every bit of her was filled up by his dick, now, and she was just getting fuller and fuller by the second.

It did hurt her to be stretched so wide so quickly, but it was the more pleasurable feeling, too. It hurt so good, she wanted him to just thrust the last bit of himself in. She couldn't say it, not with Rowlie's cock in her mouth, and she didn't want to relinquish that treasure, so she pushed herself back against him and impaled herself fully, grunting with complete and total pleasure at finally taking it all.

"An ass-slut now, too, I see," her father muttered. "Since you like it so much, I won't be gentle breaking you in."

Leah moaned at those words, but it quickly became a yelp of surprise as her father pulled back and thrust himself forward all at once. He wasn't kidding, he wasn't going to be gentle at all! He fucked her tight, young ass with ever ounce of strength he possessed, and she loved it! Her ass clutched his cock in a death grip at first, and when he started going at it, her shitter tightened up even more, but after a few minutes of stinging pain, she felt her asshole suddenly relax, and god, she couldn't keep still or quiet to save her life!

Rowlie barked once and then Leah found her mouth full of his cum. She swallowed it hungrily, but she couldn't keep up with the flow of it. Spurt after spurt fired rapidly into her mouth and leaked out between her lips, and she kept sucking on his red prick until he stood, moved away, and sat down to watch her father fuck her ass. Spying the small pool of cum that had dripped from her mouth, Leah leaned down and slowly licked it off the hardwood floor.

"Such a slut for dug cum you like it off the floor?" he dad grunted and he fucked her ass.

"Yes! I love it!" She thought about the mess still left on her bedroom floor from before breakfast. She had no doubt now that sooner or later she would make it back to her room and lick it all clean.

"Let's see how you like sucking on this." Jeff jerked free of his daughter's ass, and with a flick of his hand, he rolled her onto her back, straddled her tits, and shoved his cock into her open mouth.

Leah never hesitated; she began to suck her father's cock fresh from her ass. The idea of it was so nasty, she nearly came as she licked his shaft. There was little taste to it other then the salty flavor of flesh - maybe a little tinge of something bitter and intoxicatingly erotic, but nothing more then a hint. She found that she was upset by that.

"You like that? You dad's cock right out of your ass?" He pulled back enough to free up her mouth.

He expected an answer, and she gave him one. "I love it, Daddy. It tastes so fucking good. Fuck my ass more, Daddy, please! I need your cock up my ass!"

Jeff grinned at her. "Of course, honey. I'll fuck your ass more." He crawled down her body and jerked her legs up to his shoulders. He lifted her butt off the ground, and rammed his cock fully back up her rear passage. Leah screeched out, pleasure and pain mingling into the most fabulous sensation ever as he father returned to banging her bottom.

She was mad with desire, but as wonderful as having an assfull of cock felt, Leah knew that she would never get the release she so badly needed this way. "Daddy, please, can I play with my pussy? I need to cum so badly! Please, Daddy?"

Jeff grinned. His daughter was good at being the slut-girl, very good indeed, and Leah could see the pleasure in his eyes as she begged him. "Yes, honey, you can cum this time. But only once."

Leah's hand was on her cunt in an instant. She had never been so hot or wet before, and it only took her a few moments to reach an earth-shattering climax as her dad continued to pound her sore asshole. It was absolute heaven.

But as her father continued to fuck her, Leah found it hard to keep from playing with herself more. She could cum again and again is she was allowed, but she couldn't go against her father's words.

He kept going forever, it seemed, and Leah's whole existence became her pussy, dying for more attention, and her ass, getting reamed over and over, feeling hot and tight from the abuse, but deliriously wonderful as well. When her father came, spewing is load deep in her bowels, and pulled his cock free, Leah left a sense of loss, not having his rod packed up tight inside of her. There was a strange emptiness, though a certain comfort as well, not having him in her rear. She was already missing his cock.

Once again, without a word from her father, Leah immediately went for his cock, sucking it into her mouth to lick it clean of his cum and her own juices. She was on her knees on the floor in front of the sofa where he sat, and she could feel his cum leaking from her wide-open asshole; it felt incredibly sexy. She let him go completely soft in her lips, sucking away the last droplets of his cum, before she pulled away.

Her father pointed to the small cum puddles on the floor, some it left from Rowlie, the rest of it his own spunk that had seeped out from her rear. He didn't need to say anything more. She crawled around on her hands and knees, lapping up ever last drop.

"Good girl, Leah."

"Thank you, Daddy." She beamed. Somehow, that little bit of praise meant the world to her. "I just want to please you."

"You do, honey. You do."

"And I will. I mean it, Daddy. I really want you to use me."

Jeff grabbed his daughter's chin in one hand and held her firm. "I will, Leah. We'll just see how much you can take."

"I'll take it all, Daddy. For you, I will do anything."

He grinned at her. "We'll see, honey. We will see."

Chapter 3