(c) 2013 by Arcana Culler

What a freak’ n waste of time! That date couldn’t have been any worse. And now, here I was driving home a couple hours earlier then I had hoped.

I had met Kathy in our local coffee house a couple days ago. She was a pretty woman with a very curvaceous body, long blond hair and bright blue eyes. We struck up a conversation while waiting for our coffee to be finished and had agreed to go out on a date tonight.

Looking back on it, I am still not sure what happened but it just seemed we both kept saying the wrong things. And each wrong thing we said, just annoyed the other more and more. Eventually, we both got fed up and called the date over.

So here I was, sitting in my nice new Lexus and driving home alone. Not that I had expected to get laid or anything, tonight; though it would have definitely been nice. I had hoped I might, though. I mean it has been a while since I last got any.

My wife died about ten years ago of cancer and left me to raise our only daughter, Ashley; which didn’t leave me much time to date, let alone have a relationship.

But now that Ashley was able to take care of herself, I figured I’d have some time to meet someone new.

But this first date was a complete disaster.

As I pulled up to my house, I noticed that my daughter’s car was parked in the driveway. I had given her a brand new red Mini Cooper for her sixteenth birthday. Yes, yes, I knew she has me wrapped around her finger, but really what daughter doesn’t have her dad wrapped around her finger.

I was a bit surprised to see her car here, since she had told be me she probably would be going out to the movies with a girlfriend or two. But with her car here she probably didn’t go out and was obviously at home. I felt a bit sad that my daughter was home alone tonight. I mean its Friday night and all, what teenager is home on a Friday night. I know that when I was her age I was out partying on Fridays. But I knew Ashley didn’t like to go out much. And I know she wasn’t out partying. She just wasn’t the type.

Sometimes I worry about her. Ashley is most definitely not like me in most things. She is a lot more reserved than I ever was. I did worry that she hadn’t had a boyfriend yet, though on the other hand I also didn’t have to worry much about some teenage boy trying to get into my daughters pants. But I also didn’t want her to be alone.

I locked my car, walked up to the front door, and let myself in. The lights were all on, so I knew she was home.

“Hey, princess, I’m home,” I called out as I walked into the living room.

“HOLY SHIT!” I cried out in shock, as I stopped short.

There on the living room floor, on her hands and knees, facing just slightly away from me, was my daughter!

Naked as the day she was born!

And right behind her was our golden lab, Spike! And when I mean right behind her I mean right behind her. Spike was up on top of her, mounting her. Thrusting in and out of my young daughter’s pussy!

I stood there rooted in place as I watched my dog fuck my daughter. I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful sight in front of me, the tautness of her arms as she braced herself on the floor, the sway of her long blonde hair, her young perky white titties bouncing back and forth, the movement of her hips as she thrust out to meet the dick penetrating her, the glistening of the lips of her pussy as they wrapped around the dog’s cock.

And god damn did she seem to be enjoying it!

She was screaming out loud in pleasure as our dog’s hard dick was thrusting in and out of her.

God damn that was hot!

I felt myself get rock hard as I watched Spike pound into my daughter, over and over.

I just wanted to pull my dick out and go at it. I was so turned on! But holy crap, this was my daughter! I couldn’t do that. But I want to.

Fuck man she shouldn’t be doing what she was. But god damn I found it hot!

I was about to sneak out of the room and run up to my bedroom to relieve myself, when she turned her head around and saw me standing there watching her.

She froze with this look of horror on her pretty face.

And I panicked.

My mind blanked. I couldn’t come up with any words to say. I did the only thing I could. So I fled the room, running up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, slamming the doors closed behind me.

I stopped, trying to catch my breath, trying to reconcile my image of my innocent daughter with what I just saw. But I couldn’t get the image of my naked daughter down on her hands and knees out of my head. Before I really knew what I was doing, I had kicked off my shoes and socks, yanked off my shorts, pulled down boxers, and was in bed with my hand grasping my rock hard dick.

I started to move my hand up and down, stroking myself, as images of my little girl being mounted by the family dog flashed through my head. I knew on some level that this wasn’t right, but the lust inside of me ignored that rational part of my mind. I kept stroking myself, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel myself moving towards the edge, to the point where I would cumm.

And then as I hit the edge and was about to fall off I heard a knock on the door.

“Daddy?” My daughter asked timidly.

I could hear the pain and anguish in her voice and I instantly wilted.

“Yes, princess?”

“Daddy?” She whispered. “Can I come in?”

“Yes. You can come in.” I quickly pulled the sheet over me, hoping to hide my obvious hard on.

She slowly opened the door and hesitantly stood in the doorway. She had put on a white cotton shirt that hung to about mid-thigh. She looked disheveled, with her hair all messed up, eyes all red, and tears running down her face.

“Daddy are you mad at me?” She asked.

“No. No,” I tried to reassure her.

“You’re not disappointed in me? You don’t hate me?” She cried.

“Oh god no. I don’t hate you. Come here baby.”

I held my arms out and she practically flew into them and curled up on my lap with her head on my chest.

“Why would you think I hate you?” I asked.

“Cause of what you saw,” she whispered.

“I could never hate you. You’re my daughter. I love you.” I said trying to reassure her as I wrapped my arms around her.

We sat there for a while in silence as she cried in my arms. I didn’t know what else to say to her. I had never prepared for anything like this. I knew I could talk to her about drugs and boys, and had done so before, but what do you say to your daughter when you come home and find her being fucked by the family dog? And especially after you have masturbated to the image of it?

She finally cried herself out, and if she ever thought that there was something weird with me being naked in bed just after finding her with the dog, she never said anything. She just seemed content to stay curled up in my arms.

As I watched her lay there, I noticed that her white cotton shirt had slid up over her thigh and had bunched up around her waist. Her creamy white hip and butt were in full view. And what an ass it was. She had a nice heart shaped butt, curvy hips and a tiny waist and I could tell she had not bothered to put on any panties.

Then I noticed that I could feel those perky young breasts that I had seen bounce around earlier, were now mashed up into my stomach. I could feel the blood begin to rush to my dick.

No! No! I prayed, please don’t get hard. Baseball! Football! The fat old lady down at the supermarket! Anything not to think about my hot sexy daughter laying half naked in my lap. Oh god, nothing seemed to work. The images of my daughter down on her knees and the dog mounting her kept worming their way into my brain. The farther they went the harder I got.

Please don’t let her feel me. But I knew there was no way she couldn’t help but feel my rock hard dick pressing up into her side. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want her to feel my erection but I could push her away in fear that she might think I didn’t want her near me, that I might hate her.

I wasn’t sure if I should feel relieved or not when she finally slid off my lap.

“I can help you with that,” she whispered.

“What…”

“I can help you with that,” she whispered again.

I sat there dumbfounded for a second, not knowing what to say. She must have taken my silence for permission, because she slowly slid her hand underneath the sheet covering me up. I gasped as her hand brushed up against my dick. I felt it twitch in pleasure as she wrapped her hand around my extremely hard dick.

I moaned out in pleasure as she started to slide her hand up and down my shaft.

Emboldened by my moaning, Ashley adjusted herself until she was sitting with her legs bent under her and her head leaning over my lap. And then reached over with her other hand and grasped the sheet covering me. I almost couldn’t believe it as she slowly pulled back the sheet, uncovering me; letting my rock hard dick with her hand stroking it, come into view.

As she continued to run her hand up and down my shaft, she leaned farther forward as if trying to get a better look at it, as if she hadn’t seen a penis before. I let out moans of pleasure as her fingers rubbed the little lip on the head of my dick, hitting the most sensitive part of me. She continued to lean in until her face was hovering an inch above my dick.

“Oh god!” I cried out in sudden pleasure as she leaned all the way forward and lightly licked a drop of pre-cumm off the head of my penis.

She hesitated a moment, as if deciding if she liked the taste or not, before leaning forward and placing her mouth over the top of my dick. I know I’m not the biggest of guys down there, maybe just a bit above average; but to a teenage girl I’m sure I looked huge.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed as a warm and wet sensation engulfed the head of my dick.

It had been a long time since someone other than myself had touched me, let alone giving me a blowjob. And I was enjoying this newly remembered sensation.

Ashley, slowly at first, started bobbing her head over me; slowly licking the top of my penis as she went. Part of me was shocked that my previously thought innocent daughter was in my bed giving me head. But was I enjoying it. I could tell right away that she didn’t have much experience, if any, giving head; but what she lacked in skill, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

I was enjoying the warm and wetness of her mouth engulfed around my dick. Waves of pleasure rock my dick each time she brushed the tip. I could feel an orgasm coming up quickly and knew I wouldn’t last much longer in her mouth. I expected Ashley to pull away and was surprised when she didn’t. Not only did she keep her mouth over my dick but she seemed to suck me harder.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh yes!” I cried as my dick began to spasm in pleasure.

I could feel my balls twitching as they emptied of my cumm and I began to shoot it into my daughter’s mouth. I felt her jerked a bit, surprised, as the first drops of my cumm entered her mouth. She gasped like she had been hit in the back of the throat. But then she seemed to regroup and attack my dick as if she was trying to lick up each and every drop of my cumm.

As I came down off my high, my daughter finished cleaning up the cumm off my cock. I felt myself begin to deflate in her mouth.

When she was satisfied that she had gotten it all, Ashley sat up and looked me right in the face. This was the first time she had looked me in the eyes since I found her with the dog earlier. She had this huge cheesy grin on her face, like she had just accomplished something spectacular and wanted me to be proud of her. I grinned cheesily back at her as I noticed a drop of my cumm, that she had missed on the corner of her mouth. I reached over and wiped it away with my thumb.

I was a bit surprised when Ashley then grabbed my wrist to see what was on my thumb. When she saw that it was the last drop of my cumm she quickly brought my thumb to her mouth and licked it up. Then she gave me this look that said I’ve been a naughty little girl.

As soon as I saw it I had an extremely entertaining thought.

It had been a very long time since I had spanked my daughter. I had stopped because it didn’t seem to be having the effect I wanted it to; it didn’t seem to be a punishment. I swear at times my daughter would do something on purpose, like break a vase or something, just so I would spank her. It began to seem to me that she enjoyed it. At the time I thought that it was crazy that she would like to be spanked but now after watching my daughter getting fucked by a dog and then giving me a blowjob, maybe it wasn’t such a crazy idea.

“Someone has been a very naughty little girl,” I teased.

Ashley just gave me a looked that said yes I have.