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If you're reading this, I want you to know that this my private journal. I'm just a regular house cat that happens to be tan like my father. I mention my father a few times here, but honestly, my mother isn't important like he is. Before I begin, the only reason I'm writing this on paper is because I realized I have a problem--a really big problem, like a horse cock sized problem, and I thought that by writing down what happens to me, I could fix it... or at least deal with it. I'll try to keep track of what happens day by day, but frankly, it's going to be hard. Try to stay with me.

My name is Anna Sharpaw, and I am a sex addict...

To make it plain and simple, I will start by saying that my whole situation started when I discovered the internet. When I was younger, all I ever did on the computer was paint; granted, I wasn't very good at it. All I could do was make lopsided stick figures and pointed rainbows, but my father, a hard working lion, still cherished them as if they were some kind of masterpiece. He would print them off and frame them to hang in my room, but when I look at them now, I wonder how I could have ever been that innocent.

Originally, the old desktop computer had been in my room. I was only nine at the time, and it seemed like a good way to keep me quiet. When my parents wanted time alone, they would turn on the computer and let me draw or play games that my father had downloaded: Oilswell was always my favorite, and I would get out of their hair for at least an hour.

Honestly, until I watched my father using the computer, the thought never crossed my mind that it could be used for other things. My father was a very loving man, but he never seemed to be satisfied with my mother; he told her too, but until I reached an older age, I had no idea that the satisfaction he wanted was sexual. Now, I know what you're thinking. No, my father did not take advantage of me, but he did expose me to the world that could.

One night, my father came into my bedroom to use the computer. He had assumed that I was asleep, and I would have been, but the sounds of him pecking onto the keyboard pulled me out of a light sleep. At first, my back was to him, and as I opened my eyes, I could only see the soft, digital light illuminating my bedroom wall. It was obvious that the computer was on, and I became curious. Was my father drawing too? Slowly, I turned, moving my body weight in the right places so that my mattress wouldn't groan in protest. Looking back on the situation, I don't think my father would have heard me even if I had made noise; he seemed pretty preoccupied.

Looking at the computer screen, I could see a female husky. She was only wearing her bra and panties, and as she moved closer to the computer screen, she leaned forward, pushing her bra straps down off of her shoulders and moving her wide hips from side to side. She had a beautiful fur coat for a husky, and I remember watching her, wondering how she managed to keep herself so pretty. As I stared, a male came into the picture. He was obviously a Doberman by his fur pattern and cropped ears, but he wasn't being sweet with the female like my father had always tried to be with my mother; instead, he walked to her, gripping her panties with his claws and giving a sharp tug. I could hear the fabric ripping, and in seconds her panties fell to the floor. The husky didn't even seem fazed. She simply looked up at the Doberman and tilted her head back, connecting muzzles with him for a deep kiss. Since her front was exposed, I could see the male rubbing his hand over her breasts, slowly moving his large paws down over her stomach. He was moving his pads over her fur in slow, sensual movements, and the female began swaying her hips, smiling as she pressed her butt back into his crotch.

Curious, I kept watching. It wasn't long before the male pushed the husky down onto the bed, tying her paws to the head board with thick, silk ropes. I didn't understand why he was trying her up, but as she tugged on her paws, she only moaned, spreading her legs wide to reveal her lower lips as if she wanted to be bound. She wasn't tugging on her binds, and as the male leaned down, he kissed her, gripping her breast hard with his paw and making her gasp into his lips.

Slowly, the male moved from her lips and slowly made his way down to her lower ones. Her lower lips were shining in the camera, and as he looked at her, he reached up, stroking his fingers over a small button at the top of her lips. Being young, I had never paid much attention to my body before, but I knew what I had, and I was relating myself to that husky, wondering what the male would want with her lips. I had the same lips, but mine never got wet like that. What did he want?!

Soon, my question was answered. The male moved forward, pushing her legs apart as wide as he could and buried his tongue into her, lapping like a dog as he began to eat her out. The husky gasped, gripping the silk rope that her paws had been bound with, and she began to move her hips in pleasure.

"That's it big boy! Lick my pussy." She moaned, watching as the Doberman rubbed his nose on her clit.

As the husky spoke, I saw my father move and quickly closed my eyes. He was most likely checking to see if I was still asleep, and as I laid still, he was satisfied, thinking that he hadn't been caught. I didn't want him to know I was watching. Somehow, it felt like I wasn't supposed to know what the couple was doing, and I wanted to be careful. Keeping my eyes shut for a few extra seconds, I heard the sound of a zipper, followed by the rustling of jeans, and as I slowly opened my eyes, I could see that my father had pulled down his pants, but I couldn't see what he was doing.

On the computer screen, the Doberman had moved up, taking off his pants to reveal his long, thick shaft, and I almost gasped. Before then, I had thought that all males and females just had the same parts. I had never really been taught otherwise, but as I stared at the male, there was a strange sensation between my legs; I figured that the same thing was happening to the Husky. On the video, there were a few words back and forth between the couple, but my father had turned down the volume; so, it was hard to make out their words. Watching their movements, I saw the Doberman push the head of his member to the Husky's lower lips. With one swift push, he forced himself inside of her, and I stared, hypnotized by the hard thrusts of his hips. I was too young to really understand, but the one thing I did know was that I wanted it.

Reaching down, I slipped my own hand into my panties, trying to see if I could be like the female on the computer screen, but as my fingers rubbed over the small lips, I almost cried, feeling the wetness there. Had I wet the bed? It felt like it, but I didn't remember feeling myself have to use the bathroom. Pulling my fingers back, I could tell that the wetness was not urine. It was like watered down soap that still made your hands slippery, and it had a sweet scent to it. Lifting it to my lips, I slowly licked my finger, rubbing my tongue over my fur, and to my surprise, it tasted good.

"Daddy?" I whispered, pretending like I had just woke up. Honestly, I was a little scared that something was wrong with me, and I wanted to go to the bathroom to find out, but I couldn't get out of bed with my father there. He could have seen and gotten angry that I had been watching the video with him.

Hearing my voice, he jumped, slamming his hand down onto the keyboard and trying frantically to get rid of the internet window. It was all in vain really, because all he managed to do was turn up the volume, letting me hear the husky squeal and moan as her pussy was ravaged by the large cock. Looking at the screen, I could see the husky was dripping wetness too. That eased my mind, but my father was panting heavily, finally just turning off the computer screen.

Pulling his pants up, my father made sure to face the other direction. I guess he didn't want me to see his cock, and after his pants were up, he looked back at me, zipping his jeans and smiling softly. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Did I wake you? I was um..." He paused, scratching his head. "Honey, I was having a little Daddy time, and it's not bad, but don't tell your mommy, okay?"

Nodding, I agreed. I wasn't going to tell my mother what I had seen, because I was still unsure of it myself. Actually, I was really confused, and without another word, my dad left the room, forgetting to really turn off the computer. Getting out of bed, I walked to the computer, pushing the large, round button on the monitor and watching the screen come back to life. The video was coming to an end, and as I stared the husky's lower lips, I watched the Doberman force himself into her. There was a large bulge at the end of his cock that was being forced into her, making the husky scream. The male forced himself inside of her, and he stayed there before forcing himself back out, watching as his cum dripped from her lower lips.

Honestly, I sat there watching the cum drip from her lips for at least five minutes, and as the husky panted, she reached down rubbing the cum back into her walls and all over her lips, letting the Doberman watch. The male simply smiled, but I followed in the husky's footsteps. Pushing my panties down to my ankles, I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my lower lips. They were so wet that I could hardly believe it, and as I rubbed my fingers over the top, I moaned quietly, rubbing something sensitive. Later, I would come to find that was my clit, and as I used one hand to stroke my clit, I used my left to finger myself, rubbing inside my lower lips and feeling my walls clench around my digits.

Thinking back on it, it was absolutely magical. I kept rubbing myself, watching the husky on the screen and trying to match the way she moved her fingers stroke per stroke. Finally, I felt a strange sensation in my lower lips. It felt as if something was building up inside me--like a balloon filling with water. At first, I thought I had to go to the bathroom, but as I rubbed harder, I couldn't sit still. My lower lips became more sensitive and my walls simply tightened. Juices began to drip from my virgin lips, and as I pinched my clit, I pushed my fingers as deep as I could, feeling a barrier of some kind blocking me from entering any further.

Ignoring the barrier, I pulled my fingers back, stroking my walls and my clit. It wasn't long before the building inside of me started to become too much, and as I wiggled my hips from side to side, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, and as I did, a gush of liquid came out, coating the computer chair in sweet liquid. It felt amazing to release, and as I felt the warm liquid running over my tail and thighs, I closed my eyes, enjoying the soft afterglow that I still didn't quite understand. I didn't know what had just happened, but there was one thing that I did know.

I was hooked...