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Anal, Domination, Incest [Father/daughter]
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Lost Dog

                          Chapter 3
     
     
     Leah and Mike came in from the cold, all their fliers
of Rowlie hung all across the neighborhood and in some of
the neighboring communities.  Rowlie was right behind as
always, just at Leah’s heels.  Leah had worried he would be
a bit less well behaved, trying to jump on her all the time,
but he had been the model of perfect behavior.  She guessed
her dad was right about the level of his training – he knew
when sex was appropriate and when it was not.
     
     Jeff met them as they came in, greeted Mike warmly as
always.  He didn’t bat an eye when Leah told him they were
going upstairs to her room – something that always amazed
Mike.  He had told her once that her father never seemed to
be the slow sort, which must have meant he either trusted
Leah’s to not have sex, or trusted her judgment in when it
came to having sex.  Either way, it was fine for him.
     
     Leah attacked him as soon as they entered her room.
She tossed him onto the bed and climbed onto him, her mouth
on his, kissing with wild abandon.  She didn’t know what had
gotten into her, to be this aggressive, but all the time
they had been together, she had been hot and ready to
bounce.  She was still horny from her father fucker her ass,
and her hole had been tingly and warm ever since, a constant
reminder of the incestuous bliss she had experienced.
     
     Mike, she could tell, was confused, but wasn’t
complaining at all.  His cock was hard in his jeans in a
moment.  She was tearing her cloths off as fast as she
could, and was down to topless in moments.  She got off him
just long enough to get her pants and panties off, at which
point, Mike hustled to get his own pants off, too.  She was
on her all fours on her bed waiting for him to get behind
her and start fucking before he had even gotten his shoes
off.
     
     “Fuck,” Mike whispered, shocked.  “What’s gotten in to
you?”
     
     “Just really horny I guess,” she panted, rubbing her
clit with her hand as she waited for him to finish
stripping.  She didn’t have to wait long, and then he was
behind her and in her.  He never even thought about using a
condom, he was too turned on but her.  She moaned with pure
delight as he entered her.
     
     “God damn, you are wet!”  He began to fuck her, hard,
fast, with youthful frenzy, but through it all, she couldn’t
get into it, as much as she tried.  Something was missing,
and she knew precisely what it was: Rowlie.  This is how
Rowlie fucked her – like this, she was Rowlie’s lover, not
Mike’s.
     
     It was easy enough to maneuver them, and soon she was
on her back, and he was between her legs.  Her thoughts
turned to her father, then, the man who owned her, the man
to whom she had sworn her body.  He was the one who should
be on top of her, not Mike.  He didn’t have what it took to
dominate her, not after this afternoon.  Which meant, for
her, his cock was her play thing.
     
     She pulled away from him, which surprised him for a
moment, especially when she stood, spun him, and pushed him
back on the bed.  She climbed up on top of him, grinning
wickedly, with a purpose, and she lowered her cunt down onto
his cock.  Her voice rose in one, long sigh of pleasure as
she settled her body down on him and began to fuck away.
     
     “Oh, god, Leah, yes!” he cried under her.  Usually she
had submitted to him, and he had been on top of her, fucking
her.  Power was in her hands, now, and it thrilled her to
know end.
     
     She liked having control, letting her weight propel his
cock up inside of her, choosing how fast, how deep.  She
knew the power her father felt when he had used her body to
fuck himself, just as she was doing now to Mike.  Her voice
rose louder and louder, and she the fear on Mike’s face, but
she didn’t care.  Her father knew, and she had little doubt
that he enjoyed hearing her cries, now that their
relationship was what it was.
     
     “Oh, yes, Mike,” she cooed as she bounced up and down
on him.  “Your cock feels so fucking good.”
     
     “Yes, I’m going to cum!”
     
     “Not yet!” she hissed.  She pulled off his cock
quickly, and as she lowered her body back down, “Cum in my
ass, Mike!”  His pussy-slicked shaft slide easily up her
already stretched hole, and as soon as he was in, he was
spurting his load into her.
     
     “Oh fuck, Leah,” Mike shouted, his eyes wide.  “Oh
fuck, yeah!”
     
     Leah was rubbing her cunt like mad with her hands,
letting the delicious climax wash over her body as he dumped
his load in her body for the first time.  She never stopped
bouncing up and down on his dick, and she was not at all
surprised when, as his cock began to shrink in her ass, it
sprang right back to life.
     
     “Oh fuck, your ass is so tight!  I can’t believe I’m
fucking your ass!”
     
     Leah smiled – actually, my ass is fucking you, she
thought, but she didn’t say it.  He lasted much longer the
second time, but still, being in the hot, tight confines of
her rear, Leah, noticed he didn’t last as long as her
father’s first effort.
     
     Sighing with satisfaction after he unloaded his second
load into her ass, Leah pulled herself off and collapsed
down on the bed next to him.  “Thank you, Mike.  That was
great!”
     
     “Hey, any time, babe.  Whew!  God!  What made you want
it up your butt?”
     
     “I was really, really horny!”  She rolled on top of him
and kissed his lips.
     
     They lounged in her bed, cuddling and playing with each
other for a while longer before Mike had to leave for the
evening.  Reluctantly, they both got dressed and headed
downstairs.  Jeff was sitting in the living room, reading a
book.  He regarded them both warmly.
     
     “Not staying for dinner, Mike?”
     
     “No thank.  Have to run, actually.  Plans with the
family.”
     
     “I understand completely,” Jeff replied, giving him a
nod.
     
     Leah kissed him a little more passionately then usually
in front of her father, not the least bit embarrassed by his
presence, though it was obvious Mike wasn’t quite as
comfortable as she was with it.
     
     “Thanks for your help with the fliers,” she said as he
left.  Closing the door after he was gone, Leah turned to
her father grinning.
     
     “You two were louder then usual,” he said, to which she
just giggled.  “Up your ass, was he?”
     
     She nodded.  “His cum is still leaking into my
panties.”  She was rather proud of that.  It made her feel
like a true slut.  She unbuttoned her pants, and turning
around, pulled them down to her knees to show her father the
wet spot forming right between her butt cleavage.
     
     “Lick that clean, you dirty cunt,” he ordered her.

     Leah dropped her pants without question and stepped out
of her panties.  She folded them inside out, held them up to
her mouth, and lapped at the pool of cum sitting on the
fabric.  Once she sucked the stain clean, she showed her
undies to her father.  Her took them and signaled her to
turn around, facing away from him.  When she had done so, he
bent her over at the waist with a gentle push, and told her
to spread her ass for him to see.

     “You asshole is bright red – well used, it seems, and
still a little open.  Still dripping too,” he said,
disapproving.  He wiped up her ass crack a few times with
the gusset of her panties, cleaning away the cum smeared
between her round mounds.  He was gentle about it at all,
and the first swipe nearly knocked her off her feet, she was
so unprepared for it.

     Once finished, her turned her back towards him.  He
held her panties up to her face, “Open.”  She did so, and he
thrust her underwear, crotch first, into her mouth.  “Suck
on that a while, and go make us dinner.”

     Leah was wandered into the kitchen, naked form the
waist down, and set about making dinner for her and her
father.  It was supposed to be his turn, actually, but Leah
knew that there would not be turns again.  Dinner was her
chore, now.  Everything was her chore now, and for some
reason, that notion filler her with pride and joy.

     It was not a complicated meal, but she never even got
to eat it.  As soon as Jeff sat down, he told Leah to get
naked and get under the table.  She sucked on his cock while
he ate his meal in silence, slowly savoring every last bite.

     Before he was done, though, the doorbell rang, and Jeff
got up, tucked his cock back into his pants, and went to
answer the door, leaving Leah to scramble for some cloths to
cover herself with.  She barely managed to grab her shirt
and pants and scramble into the kitchen before her father
opened the door.  Her bra and panties where still scattered
about the dinning room.
     
     When Leah was finished putting on her shirt and pants,
she joined the group in the living room.  She realized at
once what was going on and her heart sunk.  There was a
middle-aged woman conversing with her father and a young
girl, maybe fourteen years old kneeling on the floor next to
Rowlie, giving him a big hug.  His tail was wagging like
mad.  Rowlie’s owners had come to claim him.
     
     “Oh, I missed you so much, Rowlie,” the girl was saying
as she hugged him.  “I was afraid we’d never find you.”
     
     “Ah, this is my daughter, Leah.  Leah, Mrs. Montgomery
and her daughter, Rachel.  Leah found Rowlie; she took care
of him.”
     
     “Thank you so much, Leah!  That was very kind of you,”
the woman said as she came across the room to shake Leah’s
hand.
     
     “It was no problem, Mrs. Montgomery.  Rowlie was very
sweet.”  As if to prove her point, Rowlie broke away from
Rachel and came over to Leah and licked her hand.
     
     “Call me Nancy, dear.  My, that is strange.  Rowlie is
usually not very friendly to strangers, not if Rachel isn’t
about.  He’s protective of her, too, but will calm right
down if she tells him to.”
     
     Rachel, a pretty little thing in with short blonde
pigtails, got up and gave Leah a big hug.  She was still a
great deal shorter then Leah, and when she embracer her,
Rachel’s head was buried in the older girl’s bosom.  “Thank
you so much for taking care of him.”
     
     Leah smiled, faking a happiness she did not feel.  “It
was no problem.  I’m glad his family came to take him home.”
     
     Rachel smiled up at her, then stole a quick look
around, checking to make sure the adults were chatting and
not paying attention to her.  “I can see why he likes you –
you are very pretty.”
     
     “Oh.  Thank you.”
     
     “You really like him, too, right?  You can come visit
him if you like – we live a couple blocks away.”

     Leah was a bit confused – was this girl offering her
what she thought she was?  “Come visit him?”

     Rachel looked around again, and leaned in closer,
whispering, “You and Rowlie, you . . . had fun together?”

     “Um, yeah.”  Leah was flushing; she could feel the heat
rising through her face.  “We did.”

     Rachel beamed.  “Rowlie and I have fun with each other
too.  All the time.  Mommy and I taught him really well.
You can come over and play with him if you want to; I think
he would like that.  He seems to really like you.”

     “Would your mom be okay with that?”

     “Oh, sure.  Rowlie’s my dog.  She has her own.  You
can’t play with him unless she says it’s okay, but you can
play with Rowlie.  If he wants to.”  She looked really
excited about the idea.  Leah guessed that Rachel liked the
idea if having a having a friend that she could confide in
and that she a Rowlie could play with.  Leah rather liked
the idea of keeping Rowlie as a lover, too, and maybe Rachel
too.  She would love to she Rowlie mounting the younger girl
and giving her a good fucking.

     Looking over at her father, she saw both he and Nancy
were smiling at her.  Nancy had her own dog too, it seemed.
Leah would like the opportunity to see that as well.  The
more she thought about it, the more she loved the idea.

     “Yeah, I would like that a lot, Rachel.  Thank you.”

     The younger girl gave a cheer and hugged her ever
tighter, teller her to stop by tomorrow after school.  After
a few moment,s Nancy called her daughter, tell her they had
to go.  Leah gave Rowlie a goodbye hug and kiss on the
snout, and watched sadly as he followed Rachel out of the
house; though, she was rather excited about going over to
see him again.

     “Well, they were nice.  I’m glad to see Rowlie has such
a good home.”

     Leah nodded as she stripped naked again.  “Rachel
invited me over to play with Rowlie tomorrow.”

     “I know.  Nancy said that she was probably doing that.
I guess she figured if I knew what that meant and was okay
with it, she was too.”

     “Rachel said she had her own dog.”

     Jeff nodded.  “Yeah.  She said she wanted to get you
something as a thank you for taking care of Rowlie.  Rachel
was devastated when they found out he had gotten out.”

     “She doesn’t need to do that.  Rowlie alone was a gift.
Without him,” she said as she fished her father’s cock from
his pants and knelt down to take it into her mouth, “I
wouldn’t be doing this.”

     “True,” Jeff replied as his daughter began to suck him
again.  “But I told her if she really wanted to thank you,
she should get you a puppy and help you train him”

     Leah moaned at his words and began to suck his dick in
earnest, her desire for his cum heightened even more. That
did sound like the perfect Thank You gift.