Sudi: The Apple of Her Daddy’s Eye, Pt. 1

I arrived home after a long day’s work at the office. It was Friday and I could spend some quality time with my family. As I opened the front door, the first thing I noticed was the squeaks and thuds. They were much louder than usual. This had become a routine my wife and I of ten years had kicked into gear just recently. As I walked through our illustrious living room and into the kitchen, I greeted my two special girls.

“Hey,” I smiled at the pair of them; Natasha (or Nat), my wife, three years my junior, and our daughter Sudiciona (meaning “slut” in Italian), or Sudi for short. We knew what we were doing when we named her. We knew what it meant, and we had open intentions. Nat and I bred our little Sudi into Orange County’s biggest eight year old slut. Our neighbours didn’t know that… yet. They were about to with what I had in mind for this weekend.

Anyway, to give you a snapshot of this moment, my wife was perched against our stove, naked below the waist and finger-fucking herself to bits. What to, you ask? Why, to our daughter, of course. And not just to Sudi, but to the role our five-month old greyhound played. He could fuck our little princess like she was a ragdoll.

In naming him, we’d once again thought literally and responsibly. Donatore, I suggested to Natasha after quite some thinking and time on language converter sites, throwing names around. It translates to “giver” – perfect for his job of fucking the women in this household. And again, we abbreviate the name. “Don” may sound strange for a dog (especially a pup like he is), but friends and relatives never question it.

So there stood Don, his paws rested against the chair Sudi done likewise to below him; his erection buried in her tiny snatch. Little Sudi had the tolerance of a saint as Don proceeded to build up the rhythm he momentarily seized as I entered the room. At his quickest, Don was blunt and ruthless to Sudi – but she never complained.