Daddy Caught Me With My Doggy

I couldn’t believe how close I came to getting caught! I was enjoying a lazy Saturday morning reading this really hot porn story on my computer in my room, when suddenly my dad was knocking on my door.

“April?” he asked, not waiting for me to respond before he opened the door and stepped inside. I barely had time to switch windows and pull my hand out from under my tennis skirt before he could see what I’d been doing.

“Yeah, Dad?” I asked as innocently as I could, silently praying that he wouldn’t notice the blush I could feel building on my cheeks. The story I’d been reading didn’t help matters any. I’d first started reading daddy-daughter incest stories about a year before. The first one was an accident, I hadn’t even realized that was going to be the theme until I was halfway through… but I’d already been struggling with my own incestuous thoughts, and reading that story had made me cum harder than I’d ever cum before in my life, kicking those fantasies straight into overdrive! Ever since, I just hadn’t been able to get enough, to the point that now even being in the same room as my dad was enough to instantly make me wet.

“Just wanted to let you know I’m going for a run. I should be back in an hour or so,” he said.

“Okay, no problem,” I replied, desperately trying to keep my eyes on his, and not to let them stray down to his jogging shorts like my libido was screaming at me to do. Not that staring into those gorgeous blue eyes of his made it any easier for me to deny my attraction to him, but at least he wouldn’t know that, not like if he caught me staring at the prominent bulge in his crotch. “Are you taking Bruce?”

“He’s being a big suck this morning,” Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “I offered walkies, and he just laid down on the floor next to his water bowl looking pathetic.”

“I can’t say I blame him,” I smiled. “I don’t want to go out in this heat, and I don’t even have fur!”

“Yeah, I’ll have to try again tonight, when it’s cooler,” he smirked. “Oh, and before I forget, your mom texted to say she thinks she’ll be back on Wednesday.”

“Grandpa’s doing better, then?” I asked hopefully.

“Seems so. Cursing up a storm at having to hobble around in his cast, apparently, but she says he’s able to get himself in and out of bed and get dressed without help now. She’s going to stay another few days to make sure he doesn’t backslide, but it looks like he’s doing just fine, considering.”

“Okay, good,” I smiled with relief. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed movie nights with just the two of us, mind you!”

“Me too, baby,” he smiled warmly as he stepped closer, bending down to give me a kiss in my hair. It was absurd how much that simple, chaste touch of his lips sent my pulse racing, but I just couldn’t help it. “Be back in a bit.”

“Okay, enjoy your run!” I waited impatiently until I heard the front door closing behind him, then hurried out to the kitchen. My fingers just weren’t going to cut it, not with the way I was feeling, and I had limited time before Dad would be getting home.

“Brucie, play time!” I called, seeing the big German shepherd’s head perk up instantly. “Play time!” I repeated, lifting my skirt to make sure he would understand. He scrabbled to his feet, loping over to me and sticking his muzzle between my thighs, snuffling and licking me through my panties. I moaned quietly, encouragingly ruffling the fur of his neck, backing my way into my room again and closing the door behind us. Bruce immediately began jumping up on me, trying to force me down to the ground, as anxious for what he knew was about to happen as I was.

Bestiality stories were a newer addition to my reading list than the incest ones, an interest that had developed as an offshoot of one particularly steamy story that had involved both. But it was only in the last couple of months that I’d finally worked up the courage to try it for myself, starting with a touch of peanut butter on my lips to encourage him, until he got used to my taste and started wanting to lick me peanut butter or no. I’d still been really nervous about doing anything more than that, but once his instincts kicked in and he started trying to hump me one afternoon, I’d just been too turned on and pent up to make him stop. And ever since that very first moment of penetration, I’d been hooked! It was usually an after-school activity only, when I knew for sure that Mom and Dad wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours still. But with Mom across town at Grandpa’s place and Dad out for a run, and my pussy feeling like it was burning up with frustrated need, I just couldn’t waste the opportunity when it presented itself so conveniently. I dropped into position, lifting my skirt up around my waist and pulling my panties down to my knees, leaning down to press my small, firm titties into the carpet to better present myself for him. My doggy lover gave me a few more teasing licks, tasting the juices that were already liberally coating my lips, then quickly jumped up on top of me, his probing cock poking my ass cheeks as he struggled to find his target. I reached back between my thighs to help him, gasping loudly as he finally slipped into my pussy and immediately began thrusting fast and hard. I was already feeling good, but then came his knot, and I moaned loudly into the carpet as he filled me the way I needed to be filled. As always when Bruce was inside me, the world quickly faded away in the face of the fucking I was getting.

“Ooooh, yes, Daddy!” I gasped, my eyes closed in pleasure as I rapidly rubbed my clit, my entire universe composed of the hot, stiff doggy-cock pounding away inside my needy little pussy, lost in the fantasy that it was Daddy giving it to me instead.

“April! Oh my God!” Dad yelled, and it was only then that I even realized he was there, standing in my doorway, staring down at me in shock. I guess he’d decided it was too hot out there for a run after all.

“No, get out!” I shrieked, but I’m not sure he even heard me. Not that it mattered by that point. What, did I think he’d somehow forget seeing his baby girl getting fucked by the family dog, if I made him get out of my room right away? And I couldn’t even pull away, either, not with Bruce’s knot stuck inside of me; I knew from prior experience, he wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with me. I broke down crying, sobbing, really, covering my eyes with my hands in my unbearable embarrassment and shame, Bruce ambivalent to the drama playing out around him as he continued vigorously pounding me. God! Please, at least don’t let Daddy have heard me moaning his name as I was getting fucked!

“Baby, it’s okay!” Dad was saying, dropping to his knees beside me and lifting my head to his chest, stroking my hair.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” I moaned, shaking as he cuddled me against him. “I…”

“Shhh… none of that,” he murmured comfortingly. “It’s okay. Really.”

“You aren’t… you aren’t mad at me?” I mewed pitifully. “You don’t think I’m disgusting? For letting Bruce do this to me?”

“I could never find you disgusting, baby. Not ever!” he said, bending to softly kiss my hair. “And no, I’m not mad. There’s nothing to be mad at. This sort of thing is completely natural.”

I looked up at him then, and I guess my disbelief must have been clear on my face, because he laughed.

“Okay, so maybe I wouldn’t go advertising it to your friends at school, or anything!” he admitted with a wry grin. “But honestly, baby. Sexual experimentation is completely natural at your age. You haven’t done anything wrong!”

I still wasn’t sure I entirely believed him, but I let him cuddle me and stroke my hair while Bruce continued having his way with me. And then, I realized I was about to have another problem. Bruce was hitting all the right spots inside of me, just like he always did, and even though I was no longer rubbing my clitty the pressure of my orgasm was still starting to build. I tried to clamp down on it, not wanting Daddy to see, but I guess I was being a little too obvious.

“Don’t fight it on my account, baby,” he said, and I looked up at him again in surprise. “It is why you let Bruce mount you, isn’t it?” He asked reasonably. “Just let it happen, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Bruce soon took the decision away from me, forcing me into a gasping, trembling orgasm while Daddy kissed and stroked my hair.