Father Knows Best
"What the hell are you doing?" yells the tiger, startling his daughter. She jumps and clamps her legs closed, hiding herself and the pink dildo still within her. Her hands fumble with the sheet on her bed as the embarrassment of her situation brings a red tint to the white on her muzzle and cheeks. He stares at her and he realizes he can't tell if he's more aroused or angry at her. She trembles and stops fussing with the sheets since she's lying on top of them. Her father would see more of her most intimate parts if she tried moving.
Morgan comes home from a long day out shopping with her girlfriends. She finds her father napping in the recliner, remote in his hand and the game on. Smiling, she slips the control out and turns the television off. Her lips kiss his forehead and she whispers to him, "We'll find you a new mate, dad. Just have to be patient." It's been almost ten years since her mother died and he's struggled to raise a teenage daughter. Now she's 19 and it's her turn to help him.
But first, she wants to try out her new toy. Her girlfriends picked it out for her: a pink silicone dildo in the proper shape with all the ridges, bumps, and veins. She sits on the edge of her bed looking at the packaging. "Well... just until I find a guy." Her hands shake as she cuts through the plastic. The smell of the silicone fills her nose as she lifts it up, sniffing. And for some reason, she wraps a condom over the toy. "Gotta keep you clean." Her shirt lands at the foot of the bed and she gives a nervous giggle as she unclasps her bra. She already feels the butterflies in her stomach and moisture dampening her panties.
But she takes the time to massage and fondle her breasts like the many times she's done before. Her mind always envisions a male tiger touching her. Only his face never shows, even when she kisses him. And his hands feel wonderful touching her sensitive nipples.
It isn't long before her tight jeans and wet bikini-cut panties lie on the floor. She lies back and pretends her lover kneels between her legs. With an audible moan, the fake cock slips inside her. She purrs as her hand slowly begins the rhythmic pumping. Her friends were right about using a toy instead of her fingers. She smiles and closes her eyes as her legs spread further apart.
Only she forgot the most important thing. The door to her room remains open. And her father walks by after waking from his nap.
Malachi remains in his daughter's doorway, unable to move. Nor can he stop staring. Her breasts tremble and shake as she tries to cover herself and he finds himself hypnotized by them. His daughter stops moving and gives up trying to hide. Slowly, he walks to the side of her bed. "Morgan," he begins and sits down. "I should not have yelled. You're of age and can do these things without my consent." He turns to her, fighting to keep his eyes on her face. "But please, close the door!" The scent of her sex reaches his nose. He smiles, pats her knee and stands. He doesn't see her eyes stare at the bulge in his pants.
The door closes behind him. A moment later, she hears the shower start across the hall. Her body relaxes and she slumps against her pillows. She spreads her legs and stares at the wrapped pink dick sticking in her. The vision of the male flashes across her mind including his face. She gasps and her eyes widen when her father fills her mind. And a very mischievous thought comes to her. She knows he's aroused and the warmth of the shower should keep him hard. "How much of a male are you?" she wonders to herself.
The condom drops into the trashcan and her toy finds a hiding place in her nightstand drawer. She ventures forth to the bathroom and peeks in. The blurred image of her father greets her eyes and his movements clearly indicate he's stroking himself. "Thinking of me, daddy?" she wonders.
Further into the bathroom she stalks. Her fingers slowly reach for the shower curtain and she almost giggles as she stares at her father's rump. And then she hears his whisper. "Morgan, your scent... Mmm..." Pride hits her. She steps into the shower.
"I need to release some energy," Malachi mumbles to himself after closing his daughter's door. He crosses the hall and climbs into the shower, pulling the partly-transparent curtain across the opening. His pants lie stretched across the bathroom floor as they dropped while he walked. The warm water pours over him, sending more blood rushing to the erect flesh between his legs. And he feels the itching within his sack.
Not caring about taking his time, he takes hold of his member and strokes at a quick pace, the water providing enough lubrication. Then his mind jerks to the image of his daughter, legs spread and shoving that dildo into her wet tunnel. And her scent! How he misses the scent of a female! "Morgan, your scent... Mmm..." He feels the fire building within his sack.
Hands touch his back. He spins around, eyes wide and hands out to the walls to steady himself. The water pelts his back as he stares at his naked daughter. His mouth opens but her hand stops him, covering his lips so no words can come out. Her other hand gently grasps him and he moans as her fingers begin stroking his pink flesh. She steps closer to him and slides a leg up his side. Electricity fills his side at her touch. Her hand moves from his muzzle to his hand, pulling it from the wall to her bust. She moans lightly at his touch before leaning closer, whispering, "Let me take care of you, Malachi."
He's never heard her use his name before and the way she says it... Trembling, his hands flash around her and he pulls her to him, pressing his lips to hers. His whole body tingles from the contact. "This is so wrong," he tells himself. But need and desire drive him. He growls and grabs the back of her neck with his claws. She tenses but turns as he turns her. His other hand pushes her shoulder and she bends over for him, rubbing her burning sex against his pole.
He leans over her and moves his pelvis until his tip presses against her. Morgan growls and pushes backwards, impaling herself on him. Her growl quickly changes to a mew of pleasure as he fills her. "Daddy... Malachi... take me," she mews.
And the thought of her being his daughter disappears from his mind, taken place by the image of an attractive, young, willing female offering herself to him. The bathroom quickly fills with the sounds of Malachi mating with Morgan. His eyes watch his flesh slip into the warm wet confines of the female he fathered. Morgan screams as her body bucks against her father, convulsing before him as she climaxes, gripping his spear with a velvet glove.
His hands grab her waist and his claws dig into her as he slams against her. She hears his gasping and grunting as he closes in on his release. "Cum in me!" she pants. "Claim me like you did my mother!" The tiger roars as he gives a final thrust, erupting like a volcano within his daughter. "YES! OH GODS YES!" she screams as she feels the throbbing, her own body crashing against another orgasm.
Malachi leans over his daughter again, slipping his arms under her and hugging her to his body. She purrs in the afterglow of their coupling. "What have we done?" he whispers.
"We did what needed to be done," she purrs.
"But we are father and daughter..."
She wiggles against him, feeling him still within her, "And now we are mates."
It comes without him wanting it, but he purrs.
The coolness of the water reminds the pair of their place and both quickly wash, Morgan taking great pride in cleaning her father now lover. The two dry off and step into the hallway. Morgan heads to her room but her father touches her arm. She turns and sees him smiling at her. Without a word, he takes her hand in his and leads her to his bedroom. She blushes as he slips his arms under her and carries her through the door and to his bed.
And she does something she never wanted to do before. After Malachi lies down and looks at her, smiling, she slides down the bed and hears him moan as her mouth descends over his limp flesh. His sheath easily moves out of the way. She finds herself aroused as he hardens within her maw. He shivers when she starts purring, the vibrations tickling his crotch. His hand strokes through her auburn hair as her head slowly bobs up and down.
"Morgan... not even your mother would... unngh!" he thrusts with his hips, spilling his seed in her mouth and cumming faster than he ever has. Morgan fights the urge to jerk her head away and she swallows the salty liquid.
She lets him slip from within her muzzle after the throbbing stops and smiles at her panting father. He returns an exhausted smile. "You looked tired, dad. I should go to my room." She sits up but he stops her again with a hand on hers.
Morgan looks back at her father. "You're place is here. My mate should sleep with me, right?"
She purrs and lies down on her back. "I will bear you as many children as you want."
She feels him shift his position and his head finds a warm breast to use as a pillow. He purrs as he drapes an arm over her, "We will talk about children tomorrow, Morgan." She smiles at the ash-speckled brown head as it rises and lowers with her breathing. Her eyes close and she sighs a very contented sigh, having her belly and womb both filled with her father's cream. His arm moves down her body and she gasps as the palm of his hand moves to her sex, resting against the warm flesh.
Morgan wakes to a wonderful sensation. Though having her legs spread apart was a bit of a surprise. Malachi's tongue licks and teases her, dipping within her well as his fingers part her petals. His eyes look up at hers and he smiles while he licks her again. He pauses long enough to chuckle, "Your mother didn't care for this part. 'There is no place in sex for using a mouth!' But it seems like you rather enjoy it."
She nods, "What do you want me to call you?"
A long draw of his tongue causes her to shiver violently as she cums. He climbs his way up her body, kissing as he goes. She wiggles underneath him before feeling him press against her. "Call me whatever you want to, Morgan," he purrs before penetrating her.
"I want to wake up every morning like this!" she gasps as her father rams against her. She looks up at him and sees the happiness in his eyes. "Will you give me your grandchild, daddy?" She watches the fire light up in his eyes and his thrusting speeds up. "Oh daddy, you feel so wonderful," she pants, knowing now that he enjoys the dirty talk. And she continues watching his eyes. "Please, daddy, don't stop. I want you to cum in me." The old tiger grunts and growls, giving a final slam before filling his daughter with cream again.
He rests on top of her, their lips touching and tongues dueling in the afterglow. The alarm clock goes off, startling both. "Time for me to get ready for work, Morgan." And she whimpers as he pushes himself off his daughter and withdrawing from her. He grins as he watches a trickle of cream escape her lips.
She purrs and closes her legs, turning to her side and reveling in the feeling of the spunk within her. Her mind wanders over her father, his strong muscular body with just a slight bulge around his waist, how his malehood fills her completely, the look in his eyes when he looks at her, the excitement and renewed life she feels coming from him. She doesn't hear him return to the bedroom after taking a quick shower. Not until his lips touch her shoulder. Her eyes close and her purring grows louder as his lips work their way to her neck. "Stop thinking of me as your daughter..." she whispers before gasping at the nips along her neck.
"Morgan," he mumbles between kisses, "Gods, you're so appealing!" And his arms slip around under her, pulling her up to her knees. She giggles as she feels the bed rock.
"You're going to be late, my mate," she groans as he slips himself back within her cream-filled well.
"Tell me you're in heat, kitten," he whispers in her ear as he leans over her.
She shakes her head, "I can't 'cause I'm not."
His hips slap against her cheeks. "Then we keep trying..." he pants, not finishing his sentence. But she knows what he means and the thought of bearing his grandchild and her sibling both repulses and arouses her. And she cums, her juice flowing from her depths to soak his crotch and her thighs. Malachi cups a breast and gasps, his rhythm stuttering. He purrs in her ear and licks her cheek. "I took a shower already, Morgan." Both laugh.
She feels the warmth leave her back as his body moves away again. "I love you," she whispers.
He pauses after yanking on his trousers. He watches her in the mirror as she watches him, "I love you, too, Morgan. And as more than just my daughter." She slips from the bed and rushes to him. They kiss for a long moment before he leaves for the day.
Morgan plops back on the bed. "Oh girl! The male you always wanted is your dad!" She looks at the mirror and purrs. "But who wouldn't want this hot body?" She stands back up and steps to the full-length mirror, turning sideways, "Wonder what I'll look like pregnant?" She giggles and heads to the shower.
Morgan's friends joke around when they see her. "Looks like your new friend relieved some stress!" giggles a squirrel.
She grins, "Naw, I got laid last night... and this morning..." Her friends stare at her before asking a barrage of questions. "Nope, no questions! All I'm going to say is he was... wow..." Her eyes glaze over and she stares off into space as the feelings of her father making love to her return. A punch to her shoulder brings her back.
"Well, at least we know you're not a virgin anymore. Does he know what you gave him?" asks a vixen. Morgan shakes her head. "I hope he isn't a jerk to you, kitty."
"Hey, we gotta move! We're going to be late... again!" yips a husky. The table clears and the friends part ways to their classes.
Malachi reaches work and sequesters himself in his office. Only the trailing aroma of sex lingers, much to the notice of many of the females. The vision of his daughter fills his mind as he fantasizes about filling her. She reminds him so much of her mother, just with more of his orange coloring over her white. That white-haired tigress stole his heart in high school and he remembers how much he pursued her. She loved the chase and now... now their daughter lies with him in her place.
He doesn't notice his secretary sneak in. "So who is she?" the vixen pries.
Malachi jumps, "What? Who?"
Valerie smiles and shakes her head, "You can't hide her scent, Malachi. You had sex this morning before you came to work. And..." she leans over his shoulder and takes a deep breath, "You made her cum hard! I bet your dick still has her cream all over it." Malachi blushes deeply. And his secretary makes a move she's never made before. Her hand drops down and rubs his crotch, "Let me taste her..."
"T-t-that's alright, Val."
"But you're so hard... I bet you've always wanted to see me on my knees." She drops down by his side.
Malachi closes his eyes and pretends this isn't happening. He feels her muzzle press against his slacks and then his zipper open up. He opens his eyes a slit and watches her teeth tug down the pull. "Why are you so turned on by this?"
She looks up, "Because all of us single fems want you! You're the most eligible bachelor here and we would love to sleep with you!" The vixen can tell he wants to fight her over this but he moans as her tongue flicks over the exposed portion of his erection.
A knock on the door makes Malachi jump and Valerie almost bites down. She scrambles under his desk as the door opens. "Malachi, dude! We've got that meeting in a couple minutes!" And the wolf head disappears out the door. He sighs, thankful the hardness has disappeared.
He feels Val's breath but pushes his chair back, rolling away from her. "Sorry, Val. But you're going to have to get yourself off without me."
She smiles and hands him a folder, "Here's your file for the meeting."
He leans down and kisses her brow like he's done many times before, "Thanks, girl. You always take care of me."
Malachi returns home and finds Morgan busy writing up a report. He sneaks up on her and reaches out to tickle her. "Don't even think about it! Gotta get this thing done!" He grins and shakes his head. Ravishing his daughter will have to wait. So he retires to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off and dropping on the bed. He watches the ceiling for several minutes before his eyes close and remain closed.
Morgan rubs her eyes after she finishes the paper. "Now where did you go?" She turns around, listening for any sound of her father. Tiptoeing down the hallway, she finds him on his back, asleep on their bed. She grins mischievously and quickly ducks to her room. She returns with satin ties she was using for her curtains. And she pauses only once while tying her father to the bed.
Now she slips out and returns a few minutes later with a large feather and her pink toy. She starts by tickling his feet. They wiggle a little but he doesn't wake. The rest of his body doesn't respond to the feather. Not until she brushes over his nose. He sneezes and tries to sit up. Panic fills his eyes for a moment before he looks at his bound wrists.
"Morgan? What the...? Kitten, why am I tied up?"
She grins, "Because I want to tease you all night." And he looks with wonder in his eyes upon his daughter. Morgan kneels on the bed between his legs and licks her lips, ready to pounce, when the doorbell goes off. She grumbles for a moment, hoping the visitor will leave. But a banging on the door echoes and she hears a familiar voice. "Hang on, dad. It's Aurora. I'll see if I can get rid of her."
Morgan runs down the hall, grateful to still be in her clothes. Aurora stands at the door, fidgeting. The vixen shoves her way by the tigress and rushes to the bathroom. Morgan follows. Several minutes pass as the vulpine relieves herself. She steps out of the bathroom. "Thanks, Kitty." She looks around, "Where's your dad?"
"He's in his bedroom." Morgan hopes the impatience in her voice registers.
It doesn't. Aurora grabs Morgan's hand and pulls her across the hall and into her bedroom. "Come on, tell me all about the guy. Is it hot? Do I know him? Does he have a big dick? I want to meet him!"
Morgan almost growls at the female but bites her lower lip. "I told you I wasn't going to answer any questions about him." A loud thump grabs their attention and Aurora runs out of the room before Morgan can stop her. She chases her friend to her father's room. She looks over the awestruck vixen's shoulder and sees the bed slightly moved. "Okay, Aurora, time to go."
The vixen slips away from the tigress and stares at the bound male. Then a grin comes to her, "Um, Kitty, you're the only one here and your dad's tied up and NAKED. You fucked your dad last night!"
And the feline feels shock and embarrassment. "You won't tell anyone? Please, Aurora!"
The vixen smiles, "I won't tell anyone as long as I can have a turn." She leans to her friend and whispers, "I've always had the hots for your dad."
Morgan gives in, "Just don't wear him out, k? I want some time with him tonight, too."
"Can I say something?" asks the bound male.
Both females look at him and in unison, "No."
Aurora walks to the foot of the bed while Morgan leaves the room. Malachi's eyes watch her as she slowly strips her clothes, his body responding and his pole stands up for the vixen. She licks her lips. "Mm, I can't wait to feel that inside me, tiger. She saunters around the side of the bed and climbs on, throwing a leg over his shoulder as she squats above his face. She sighs as she lowers herself down to his waiting mouth. Her head drops and she suckles on his tip.
It doesn't take long for the tiger's tongue to fill her and tease her to the point of bliss. Aurora grinds herself on his muzzle, wiping her nectar over his face. She pants and pulls herself down his body. Turning around, she keeps herself raised above his lap, her fingertips aiming his spear at her entrance. The vixen watches the tiger's eyes as they stare at the pie he just ate.
Slowly, she lowers herself down, moaning long as he stretches her. She leans over and kisses Malachi, letting their tongues duel as she rocks on his lap. His breath comes fast as he pants against her face. Aurora smiles, "You want to cum, kitty?" He nods. "Good because you know what will happen. You're face was buried in my muff long enough." He nods again. "So I'm going to beat your daughter." He shakes his head. "Oh yes, kitty. All you have to do is cum." She teases his ear with her tongue, rubbing her breasts across his face.
Malachi feels the itching build within his sack but no matter what he thinks about or tries to do, this vixen will milk him dry. The bed rocks as Aurora slams herself down on his spire, making him grunt and gasp as she wills her body to stay upright. She screams out as the orgasm tears apart her body and mind. "OH GODS, KITTY! I WANT YOUR CUM IN ME!" And he can't fight it any longer. The vixen grinds herself against his lap as he roars, pulling against the ties holding his arms. She smiles as she feels every pulse of his meat within her loins.
Aurora leans down and kisses him again, brushing her blonde hair out of her face. "Mmm, thanks, Kitty. I'd keep riding you but your daughter wants a turn." He growls, frustrated that this vixen bitch will bear his child before his own daughter will. "Good kitty." She wiggles on his lap, feeling him still inside her.
She sighs before slipping off Malachi. And he watches as she dresses, rivers of cum leaking from her. "Keep standing up and there won't be any cum left in you," he thinks to himself. But he knows when a female's in heat, the slightest touch of seed knocks her up.
The vixen leaves.
And Morgan enters. "I'm so sorry, Mogran," he starts.
She stops him with her fingers and a quiet "Shhh." Her hands move to the ties and he wraps his arms around his daughter, holding her tight. Her eyes meet his, "It doesn't matter to me if Aurora gets pregnant. I win since I get you as much as I want." They kiss for the longest time, Morgan tasting her friend on her father's lips. "Make love to me tonight, daddy. For as long as you want to."
Neither Morgan nor Malachi get any sleep that night. And sure enough, Aurora draws a blank while Morgan's belly slowly expands.