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The whole house is quiet except for the sounds coming from my room. Quickened breathing and occasional whimpers, mostly from me, accompanied by the subtle sound of two bodies coming together, the creaking of the bed frame. He growls and runs his nails down my chest and stomach. I love it when he does that! I grip the blanket on the bed tightly. It's too dark to see his face clearly, the only light coming under the door from the hallway casting things in the room into a vague twilight. But I know he's looking at me; that beautiful black furred image is so clear to my mind. Fuck! He's going faster! Fuck...Fuck...Oh, god damn it, he's hitting me so perfectly inside! His swelled knot is filling me, keeping me tied to him. I squeeze down on it...It feels so fucking good! He growls and I know I just pushed him to the brink. He's so close now...

"Dad..!" I squeak. It's all I can get out from my breathless pleasure, I want to convey how much I'm loving it, how much I love him at this moment. My biggest dream becomes reality.

"Shhh...." Is all he replies, panting.

Right. Probably wasn't even a good idea to do this tonight. Ah! Fuck...! Scratch that, it was an amazing idea, but risky. So risky. But I couldn't resist it. Almost every day since then, he's taken me. Made me his in a way I had only hoped for years. Would make a terribly awkward situation for her to come in here and flick on the light. Me on my back on the bed, Dad knot deep in my tailhole with my legs over his shoulders. Hi Mom! Could you get me something to drink? I'm parched. Many laughs would ensue, I'm sure.

I can't take anymore...I squeeze down on him as tight as I can as he's jackhammering into my tailhole, the bed making more noise than I was, but there's no help for that. Just gotta keep pressing...He slows, his thrusts becoming slow and deep. Uttering a low growl, he presses into me and I can feel his huge load pumping into me. I love how he always cums so much! So good...another small squeak escapes my muzzle as my orgasm takes me. The amount is nowhere near his, but it's enough to cover my chest, stomach, bits of my shoulders and neck. I let out a slow, satisfied breath.

I smile as he relaxes and lays atop my dirtied chest, his weight settling down and pressing me into the bed. Still tied with me, I love it. Some of his cum is leaking around his knot and out my tailhole. Probably going to make a bit of a mess when he finally pulls out. Thinking of that fact warms a special place in my heart. I nuzzle against his face, his wonderful thick fur against mine. "I love you Dad..." I whisper lightly into his ear. "I know kiddo. I love you too..." He replies, his breathing slow and worn out from our quiet but intense lovemaking.

My heart soars. Pressing my head against his warm chest fur...I could sleep blissfully like this. My ears swivel as I hear some very early songbirds start up their racket outside. It's probably almost five a.m.

Damn. Actually sleeping together is not to be. At least, not yet. As soon as his knot goes down, I'll have to get up and take a shower. He'll do the same after me as I hurry and throw our clothes and the bed covers all in the washing machine. Then we'll both get dressed and he'll drop me off at the gym. I'm usually too tired to do much more exercising after he fucks me, but it might be nice to relax in the pool or hot tub for a bit. I desperately wish we could do more, spend more time together, but our schedules and necessary secretiveness make these early morning sessions the only time we can steal away together. People have already commented that I look like I should get more sleep. I just smile and shrug. This is much more rejuvenating than sleep.

Dad gets up a little on his arms looking down at me. He runs one paw along my belly. "Looks like you're a bit full there, Hun..." He says softly, patting my stomach. It gurgles a bit, a little distended.

"Erf...yeah..." I reply, "You have so much Dad...I don't mind it though...I love being filled by you."

The room is getting brighter as dawn approaches. He pats my full belly. "Better get going, sweetie. You ready?" I nod, and he starts pulling out. His knot hasn't gone down fully, but enough to let him barely get it out of me. I wince and try to stay quiet. "Sorry..." He whispers to me. At last his knot exits my rear with a wet popping sound, accompanied by a small pool of cum that escapes before I can clench myself. I sigh, already looking forward to when his wonderful shaft will be back in there.

His big paw musses my hair a bit before going to the back of my head and pulling forward. He's gotten up and moved his hips in front of me; his dripping, musky dick inches from my muzzle, still semi erect. I breathe in deeply of the sweet scent of our sex. In that deep voice that I love, he says "You know what to do. Clean up daddy's messy cock before you can go."

I open my mouth obediently and he shoves his thick meat into it. The taste of his seed and my rear mixing into something wonderful. He presses down on my head making me take more in. As if he needed to do that, but I love the way he shows his dominance. I swirl my agile canine tongue around his member, making sure to clean up every bit of the mess. He presses harder with his paw suddenly "Yeah....open wider, get my knot in there and clean it...good girl..."

My god! My face is burning crimson under my fur. Of course he'd known to say that. He'd read my whole journal. An almost full book filled with entries about my every dirty thought, forbidden desires and my hidden kinky fantasies. A roadmap of my voracious sexuality. That's how this all began, after all.

After making sure I've lapped all I could, I start to pull off. Just before the tip leaves my muzzle however, he shoves back in roughly, surprising me and making me gag. He utters a low growl, holding my head in place and humping into my muzzle. I want to moan like a slut for him, but all that escapes is a muffled "mmpff!" as he shoves hard down into me; that wonderfully hard, thick rod pulsing and unloading another large load of my father's cum into me. It's hard to tell that he just came a few moments ago from the amount he pours down my gullet, filling my belly even more.

He keeps his now softening member in me; letting me clean it a second time then pulls out, patting my head. "Good girl...you got every drop this time..."

I'm a quick study, Dad. You should know that by now. I look up at him smiling and licking the sides of my muzzle. He just chuckles; I love the sound of his mirth. "Go shower, slutty pup." He says. I go obediently, wobbling a little from my full stomach and pleasantly aching tailhole.

A while later, we're both cleaned up and getting in my Dad's expensive, silver colored sports car. A result of a midlife crisis, I think, but I don't mind. It's a badass ride. The gym is a ways off, but it feels a bit too early for blasting music. So we go in silence for a time, watching the landscape pass and the first rays of sunlight appear over the horizon. A thought keeps buzzing in my head though. I muse a moment on how my feelings must be pretty opposite of most children in this situation.

"Dad.." I ask, "Are you and mom gonna get a divorce?"

Silence. Please say yes. Please, please, please...I can make you happier than that bitch ever has. I already am. I know I am.

"I don't know, son...Maybe." Is all he says.

Maybe? I don't like the sound of that. "But Dad...I heard you guys yelling about it. I mean, you hardly talk anymore, and I know for a long time you and her haven't even-"

He cuts me off, "I know we haven't. OK? Just...It'd be a big mess. And it'll be a difficult thing to go through if it happens. So...let's just deal with it when it gets here, if it does."

I huff and sit back in my seat, folding my arms. "I love you more than she does." I say in an annoyed tone, turning away and looking out the tinted passenger window. He doesn't reply.

My gaze starts wandering. I look down at my lap, fiddling with my gym bag. I consider my black paws; how the fur recedes to white as it goes towards my body. My foot-paws are the same, as well as the tips of my husky ears. Wearing my gym shorts and white tank top...I wonder how he thinks of me like this. I showed him my hidden clothes the other day; all the dresses, panties, skirts and shirts I wear only around my friends. He seemed to like those.

"I wish I was more full blooded wolf like you, dad." I say, looking at him. He glances at me briefly, before his eyes go back to the road. That dark fur of his is so wonderful, thick. Pressing my paws or muzzle against it is heavenly. How could anyone not feel blessed to be with a man like this? Crazy bitch.

He laughs, "Now don't say that son. I like you the way you are, huskies are cute looking." He reaches over without looking and grabs a bit of my tail that is curling around my side. He shakes the tip a little. "Those curly tails of yours are just so inviting..." Chuckling, he lets go and continues driving. I smile, his ability to dispel bad moods like dry leaves before a wind just another thing I love about him.

At last we reach our destination. The parking lot is almost completely empty; looks like I'm one of the first ones here. Dad stops the car and waits for me to start getting out. I hesitate, looking at him.

"Dad...In all that's been going on, I haven't asked why. I mean, I'm so very happy...But why?" I ask him.

"Why what, son?" He asks, tilting his head at me.

I blush a little, remembering how intense the moment had been. How nervous and terrified and hopeful I'd been all at the same time.

"When I came to you that night last week...when I found out you'd read my journal about how I felt about you...and...Started kissing you. You could've said no, stopped me...But you didn't. You let me do it. And all these nights since then...." I trail off. It's because you knew you felt the same way, that you needed me and loved me like no other! I know that's the truth, even if you can't admit it yet.

"I...Don't know son..." He says hesitantly.

I whisper, feeling that nervousness again, "Do you regret it?"

"No! No, I don't..." He says thankfully fast. "It's just...this is all new...I don't know how to really approach or define this situation we're in, son." Cupping my chin, he turns me up to face him. That kind, loving face looking down at me. "Just know that I love you, and I always will. That will certainly never change, no matter what. I promise."

I smile, relieved. Gazing at him I'm struck again by how beautiful he is...closing my eyes, I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. Murring gently, my muzzle slightly parted and inviting him to...yes.....his warm tongue fills my mouth, playing against mine. I place my paw on his chest; it's hammering as fast as mine is. I can't get enough of him. I feel like a newlywed on her honeymoon whenever I'm around him. The kiss becomes more frantic, more heated. Our bodies taking control and telling our minds to just enjoy the ride for a bit. The paw on his chest drifts down between his leg, feeling his incredibly hard erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He growls, and the powerful...manly, sound of it sends a lustful shiver down my spine. Using my other paw to help, I undo the button of his pants, desperate to feel my father's hot, throbbing dick in my grasp.

He breaks from the kiss breathlessly, "Son..." He begins but I just shush him.

"No one's looking...It's just me and you, Daddy..." I tell him as I pull him free from the fabric of his clothes. The thick member is already leaking a decent amount of pre. I know he can go again, and am so pleased by that fact. The man is a machine when it comes to producing semen. Ahhh...It's so thick...the way it pulses under the touch of my paw...

We mash our muzzles back together need fully, our tongues immediately finding one another, sliding and lapping around within our mouths. I stroke him rapidly, knowing from experience now that he likes a rough speed. Not much time for extended romance out here in the rapidly lighting parking lot, so I go even faster, rubbing at those delicious balls of his with my other paw. He bucks his hips, groaning into our messy, taboo kiss. Faster...Faster...Oh he's so close...I can feel his cock tightening. Humping into my paw the way he was into my ass just earlier this morning...It's all too wonderful for words...During these times, my life is perfect!

At last he arches his head back away from mine, actually howling in pleasure. I bend down, opening my muzzle to catch his seed just a bit too slowly. The first warm, sticky rope of his cum splatters along the side of my muzzle before I can get my mouth around his member and swallow the rest like the eager bitch I am. My eyes flutter, he tastes so fucking good! I relish each throb of his shaft as they release long jets of fluid into his sons loving mouth. Not as much as the first two times, but still a decent amount by any standard. I still have to concentrate to get it all and keep any from dribbling out of my mouth.

As the torrent finally subsides, I lick him clean once more and we both lean back against our seats. He putting his member away again and I rubbing my stomach, deeply satisfied. Panting, he looks over at me. I give him an exaggeratedly innocent look and wipe some of his cum from off my muzzle with a finger, sticking it in my mouth and suckling it slowly; making a deeply pleased murring sound. He snorts and starts laughing, and I join him, giggling.

He reaches behind my head and scratches my ears. "I love you, Nova." He says, and that statement makes me feel warm from top to bottom.

"I know. I love you too Dad." I reply.

Just a couple hours later; I stretch, relaxing in the hot tub of the gym after running on the treadmill and swimming a decent number of laps. My phone back on the bench buzzes and I splash out to go check it. It's a text from Dad.

Bored. Decided to go through your computer. Using my name wasn't a super secure password, sweetie.

I huff. Did that man know nothing about the word privacy!? Granted...I'm kind of glad he didn't...and that he was curious, but still! My phone buzzed again from a second text.

Looking through the album...Panty shots..?

I blush deeply. I love taking pictures of myself and posing. Especially underwear pictures. A third buzzing.

So hot. Mom's going out for another late night with her "work friends". We'll do something fun tonight. House to ourselves. Pick you up in two hours and lunch? I have work at 4, but I can leave early tonight.

I grin wide and text back affirmatively, taking a picture of my dripping, water soaked body and adding it to the message, just as a special treat for him. I place the phone back on the bench and head towards the pool again, deciding to do more laps. I felt suddenly very energized.