Those Puppy Dog Eyes, Part 3
Considering the excitement from the day leading up to it, dinner was rather quiet and peaceful in the Reeves household, and each member of the four person family had a different reason to be happy for that.
There was no suspicion, no talk of anything more than a strange coincidence that Logan met up with his mother at the store, even if that had been a total lie. There was no suspicion about Clayton, the father, having come home early from work, and his daughter, keeping the secret of what they'd done earlier that day, didn't say a word about it, acting as if her day had been every bit as normal as ever.
"We'll take care of the dishes," Clayton offered, as he stood up from the table and tapped his daughter Kate on the shoulder. "I know you've both had busy days out and about."
Everything seemed a bit more quiet that night, as the casual clink and _clank_of the dishes being stacked and silverware landing atop of plates took something of a back seat to the incredibly thick, and yet, somehow unnoticed sexual tension that was filling the household.
Clayton still wasn't sure how to break the news to his wife that he'd come home early from work exclusively to bury his tongue deep into his daughter, and it would be even harder to explain how he let her take a taste of his length, and in the end, his cum, as well.
Charlotte wasn't in an easy situation, either, having made up the lie of running into her son at the store. She did run into him, of course, but not by coincidence; it was a preplanned meeting at a hotel, and a completely lustful adventure at that, and still that evening, Charlotte could feel Logan's seed tickling her insides and leaving her with a strong, womanly warmth that was hard to mimic.
"Thank you, dear. You two have really been getting along better these days!" Charlotte pointed out, smiling warmly at her husband. Despite their clandestine affairs with their own children, there wasn't a loss of love in their relationship. Charlotte still told Clayton every day that she loved him, and he echoed that sentiment back to her each time, and neither of them could fake the feelings. Perhaps that factor, more than any other, kept them from suspecting that something might be happening on the side, especially so close to home.
The statement almost made Clayton a little bit nervous, but there was no way that Charlotte could have a clue about what happened that afternoon. "I think maybe my little girl is finally growing up," Clayton teased, giving Kate a knowing smirk.
"I've been grown up," Kate reminded her father, already 18 years old and in the final months of her high school career. "And I really don't mind doing the dishes as much as I did a few years ago."
The father-daughter pair took the dirty dishes over to the sink and ran the hot water, Kate filling the basin of the sink with dish washing soap and smiling up at her father as he started prepping the dishes. It was just barely more than a friendly smile, but still, Clayton could see hints of mischief on her lips as Kate grabbed a sponge rather tightly in her paws, squeezing it a couple times under the running water. Just to the right of her father and blocked from the view of the table by his body, she slipped a paw down over his tummy and then, the front of his jeans, giving his covered length a casual grope in time with the squeeze of the sponge. It took every bit of restraint Clayton had to keep from yelling out in shock at his daughter, and even then, a tiny grunt passed his lips as he wished so badly for her to keep going, to gently stroke and tease his cock right there in the kitchen, but he had to patient, same as Kate.
"It's a shame you were such a brat about it back when I had to do the dishes with you," Logan commented, grinning at his sister and giving her a quick wink to show he was just teasing. Logan was able to see all of the same things in his younger sister that still attracted him to his own mother, but it was already bad enough that he was in an incestuous relationship with her. He couldn't imagine doing anything with her, even if she had grown up to be quite the lovely young woman...
...And his mother was keeping him distracted, the light fluff of her curled tail teasing along his inner thigh under the table, knowing that her husband and daughter wouldn't notice. Logan looked back to her with a knowing, sensual glance, sure that his mother hadn't been satiated just yet. He figured that his father might be able to help her get there that night; he didn't want to risk doing something too dangerous and getting caught with his own mother in their house.
He had no idea that the element of risk would do nothing to stop something else from happening later that night, and Kate was still giving previews of it by the sink.
**
Logan was sleeping peacefully on the couch, Charlotte had only just recently fallen asleep, and the rest of the house was as quiet as could be, but there were still two souls stirring in the Reeves household as the dark of night overtook the day.
It was just a small sign, but that gentle touch told her father that Kate was in need of a little more of what only he had shown her, and after what they'd enjoyed together, Clayton didn't think he could resist her invitation.
It was no surprise that Kate left her door unlocked, and cracked partly open so that Clayton could easily sneak in without making too much noise. It was even less of a surprise that she was awake, watching the door with anxious anticipation, and her pawtips already dipped into her panties, stroking them over her slit, under the innocent looking pajama bottoms she sported, a soft, sky blue with little crescent moons on them.
My sweet, innocent little girl is exploring herself so freely..._Clayton thought, as he watched his daughter's eyes, tracing them until they met up with his own. The tiny tank top that clung to her breasts and showed off a slim strip of her lightly furred tummy gave off that same air of innocence, and yet, there was something so entirely naughty about the moment. Clayton could smell hints of her strong, canine aroma on the air, and knew that she'd been playing with herself for a little while, at the very least, and as Clayton closed the door behind him, he gulped, watching Kate pull her pawtips from her pajamas, glistening with forbidden arousal at the thought of her father being in bed with her. Clayton widened his eyes in shock as Kate licked her pawtips, eyeing him the entire time with narrowed, pleading eyes that begged him to do something, to do _anything that he wanted, right at that moment.
Her father couldn't possibly resist the offer.
"Is this the first time you've tasted yourself that way?" Clayton asked quietly, trying to lock the door behind him even quieter than he spoke.
Kate looked almost as if she wasn't listening, her eyes keeping his entranced, showing off bedroom eyes that could put a model to shame. "Not the first time, Daddy, but it's the first time I've been this wet," she admitted, finally suckling the last of her own nectar off of her pawtips with a quiet _ schlip _.
"Who would have thought that my sweet little daughter could be so naughty? Pleasing herself to the thought of her father like that..."
Clayton and Kate were well past the point of shame in their incestuous encounter. Kate knew just what she needed, and she could only think of one man to give it to her. "I don't suppose Daddy thinks I need a _spanking_for being so bad?" she asked, thrusting her paw back down into her panties and rubbing vigorously at her folds, completely lacking patience for her father to finally make a move.
His length was making a move already, as it started to tent up under the casual, black boxers that he sported, and the silky confines did nothing to hide his arousal for his daughter. "If there weren't people trying to sleep, you'd be getting one for each and _every_time you've done this," he warned her, but it was an empty warning at the moment, and just the mention of it made Kate bite her lip to hold back a louder moan, proving it would fail as a punishment. "But since your mother and brother are relatively light sleepers, you better just keep biting that lip if you want Daddy to fuck you..."
Kate nodded. Her eyes stayed on her father as if they were laser guided, knowing that he had the experience from years of a successful, sexually happy marriage to satisfy her in a way that boys her age simply couldn't. He had the know-how to make Kate squirm in ways she could only_dream_ of, and he still had the body to make it happen, too.
She didn't have to say anything to get her point across. Her paw fumbling around, making a small bump under her pajama bottoms and moving about rapidly, trying desperately to bring herself to an orgasm but still failing was a sign of desperation that no man could ignore, but certainly, the very father who was so enamored with her right then was done standing around. Kate could have beckoned to him with a pawtip, but it would have been a wasted motion, as her father was already at the edge of the bed. He approached with devious intent, his paws pressing down on the soft comforter atop the mattress and hoisting his body into the bed over his daughter. Those innocent looking pajama bottoms, light blue with crescent moons were stained to a darker shade right above her pawtips. Kate was simply soaking wet, so much that there was already a moist spot on the bed between her legs, one that Clayton pressed his paw into and widened his eyes in near shock. She'd been going at it for a while, and he was arriving just in time for the final act.
"Don't make me wait, Daddy," Kate whispered, now looking up at him as he loomed over her body, the bulge in his boxers so big, so thick and _tasty_looking that her desperation for a clitoral orgasm was the only thing that kept her paw from reaching out and grabbing it. "Unless you want me to tell Mommy what you really did at the 'office' today?"
Clayton definitely didn't need to be blackmailed to continue, but the fact that his daughter would resort to such desperate tactics was a huge turn-on that he didn't expect. "You wouldn't dare to tell your mother about this," Clayton shot back, thinking of his argument quickly. "If you did, you'd never to get have Daddy taste your pussy again...you'd never get to know just how great it feels to be speared on his cock, over and over again, with no hope of getting away from his knot..."
Kate bit down tighter on her lip. Her legs kicked up a little bit, hips bucking involuntarily as she winced her eyes shut tight. Her father was dirty-talking her into a near climax, and her pawtips wiggled, rubbing back and forth rapidly over her clit with lust as her father came ever closer. Her tail was flicking about wildly, the cute, fuzzy curl tucked out of the way for the moment so her father could lean right down between her legs. He wanted to penetrate her more than anything, but seeing her so close to a release already, he felt something of a fatherly need to help his daughter down that road of pleasure before he went after his own. His paws, much larger and more powerful than her own, were surprisingly delicate in tugging down at the waistline of her pajama bottoms. The slid away easily, but the sensual, tight, bikini-cut panties that rested underneath were a bit more of a struggle to pull away, as stained arousal kept them nearly attached to his daughter's slit. The fabric clung on for dear life until it slowly peeled away on it's own, and the panties were yanked down and away to her knees. Kate regretfully placed her thighs together for a moment, causing her to pause in her play time, but it was necessary to get her clothes off, and she let out a sigh of relief as Clayton tossed the moist underthings aside and let his daughter get back to the action. Her pawtips never left her treasure, and now that it was uncovered, Clayton was drowning in the arousing aroma of his own daughter.
"Two can play at that game, Daddy," Kate reminded him, narrowing her eyes just a little bit, the sultry allure in their glow never fading. "I_want_ that knot. I need that knot. If you don't give it to me, then I will tell mom, and you won't ever get to sneak in my room ever again."
The pair were at a standoff, and neither one had anything to gain. It was a fun little game of give and take, and best of all, no matter what came of it, both of them would win in the end. "If you need_it so bad, you're not gonna tell your mother anything, Kate. You're gonna get on all fours, stick that tight little rump in the air for me, and _entice me into giving you what you need. Your Daddy is a lot of things, sweetheart, but he's no pushover..."
Clayton wasn't a liar, and he certainly knew how to get what he wanted from a female. His daughter was no exception, and she found the suddenly dominant, suddenly very male approach that her father took to their copulating, rather than a fatherly role, to be a serious turn on. He wasn't just her father, and she wasn't _just_his daughter. He was acknowledging her as a sexual partner, and it filled her with a wealth of confidence and maturity that flowed throughout her body as readily as the arousal flowed from her labia. She wasted no time in springing up onto all fours, her knees hitting the bed and her paws clenching into the sheets with purpose. Her soft, fluffy curl of a tail was already up a little bit, but the horny little husky arched her back and pushed it up as high as she could, making sure nothing would obstruct her father's view of her perky rear and her pouting folds. Her tail was wagging, gently moving the scent of arousal toward Clayton as he appreciated the view visually first, but then picked up right where they left off the time before. "You gonna take a taste, or am I just gonna sit like this all night?" Kate asked.
A tongue, long, slick, and deliciously _warm_slipped along the length of Kate's drenched sex, picking up the treasure that was her liquid arousal and soaking Clayton's taste buds. Even if it wasn't a forbidden act, the mere taste that came with Kate's petals was enough to make Clayton weak at the knees. He was already planning ahead to their next encounter, knowing that he was going to gorge himself on his daughter again in the very near future, but tonight, he could only take a small taste; he was a man of his word, and he'd already promised his daughter a fucking that she wouldn't soon forget.
"D-Daddy! Mnnf!" Kate cried out in ecstasy as her body nearly buckled at just that very first lick. She bit down into the pillow instinctively, just as she had so many times before when she had to keep her nighttime pleasures a secret from the rest of the house, not wanting to wake anyone or arouse any suspicion. A thin trail of drool dripped over the edge of the pillowcase as she bit down on it tightly, squeezing the excess air from it while her father circled the very tip of his tongue around the tiny, erect clit that stood proud at the peak of her labia. "Nnnghmf...gonna cum, gonna cum gonna cuuuuum!!"
All of her work leading up to her father entering the room paid off as a warmer, slicker stream of juice spilled over onto Clayton's muzzle. Kate bucked back against him so hard that he had to grip his claws into her hips to keep from getting knocked off the bed, his muzzle nearly bruised as he held on, making sure to ride out Kate's climax down to the very last second of it, milking pleasure out of her body with a purpose as his tongue never gave her clit even a hint of a break. Her whole body quivered, shaking against the bed as she tried to catch her breath, but knowing far more sexual secrets than she did, Clayton kept up his oral assault, and Kate gasped once again in shock, her eyes widening at a new kind of pleasure as her orgasm seemed to start all over again.
"Mrnn...tasty..." Clayton mumbled into his daughter's flesh, wiping his muzzle just a little bit by brushing it against the soft, subtle fur on her rump. "You've never had multiple orgasms in a row, have you, Kate? No, not my sweet, innocent little daughter...you wouldn't experiment like that. You'd need Daddy to come along in the middle of the night and show you that you can..."
Kate tried to keep her voice down, but her shock at having such a long, drawn out climax, one that simply refused to end, was getting to her. "Ah...ah... Just what...are you...gonna do to me?"
The way that her inner walls tried to contract around his tongue told Clayton that his daughter was more than ready for the main event. He gave his boxers a quick tug, pulling them down, around his knees, past his toned thighs, and to the floor, leaving them there without a care in the world, so far gone in his passion for Kate that even if someone were to walk in and see the incestuous coupling, he wouldn't stop; he wouldn't even care. "I'm gonna give my little girl just what she needs," he responded, his cock having grown up into a bulge against his boxers long ago, and now that it was free, the proud, thick, bright red length of the Kate's husky father was drooling precum, the very tip sitting right up against her folds and teasing her with the promise of penetration. "And knot her, hard , just like I want to...just like I need to..."
There was something cathartic, something beautiful about the moment, as Clayton pushed the head of his length past Kate's waiting slit, gently splitting her labia open and pushing forward until the head was fully inside. It was a moment of mutual enjoyment, mutual need that perhaps the outside world didn't quite get or understand, but as Kate's eyes softened, looking back at her father both yearningly and gratefully for what was to come, Clayton didn't have a concern in the world what anyone would think of his actions.
His only care was pleasing his daughter as the lover that she wished to be for him.
"P-please, Daddy..." Kate whispered, smiling back at him and wiggling her tail so that the very tip of the fluff would tickle her father's tummy, her voice a bit of a nervous tremble as she put her trust in him, "Show me just how much you love me...just how much you really need me..."
Clayton couldn't be sure just how sexually experienced his daughter was, but the way she looked at him was so cute, so sweet, and so alluring_that it made it hard on him to continue his easy pace. He'd wanted to break her in slowly, just in case, and her inner muscles clenched around his flesh tightly, fitting his cock as if it were made for him and trying immediately to milk his seed, but there was still a ways to go before Clayton would be ready for that. He knew Kate was still in the throes of her last orgasm, riding out the aftershock from it, and it ended up being a wonderful pleasure for him, as well, as her body simply reacted to the invading length and squeezed it. His daughter was _tight, and he could hardly believe that she was able to take his whole length, until his hips pressed gently to her rump, so soft and quiet to start that it scarcely made a noise. "Kate...mnn...my sweet, tight little Kate! You really took the whole thing..."
Her father's disbelief rung true in the younger husky as well, as Kate had to bite down on the pillow once more, her fangs tearing tiny rips into the pillowcase as she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take the entirety of his sizable, throbbing cock, but the further it pressed on inside of her, the more pleasure she felt, and the more her body was able to relax around it. Her father was a caring lover, and the perfect one to break her in to something a little bit bigger. Now that she was getting used to it, she pushed her hips back a little bit as well, keeping up with her father in a slow, easy pace, not quite a traditional doggy style session, but one that was perfect for the two of them, right then. "I told you, Daddy...I want that knot, and I'm gonna take the whole thing, whether you wanna give it to me...mnnn...or not!"
A quick, sharp buck against her father and a quick, teasing grin flashed from Kate. Clayton wished he had a pillow to bite right then as he managed to suppress a powerful, pleasured howl into a quiet little whimper, but it still made Kate giggle with delight. She loved being able to reciprocate the pleasure he'd given her to him, and as long as he was willing, she was going to try and take her father every bit as rough as he wanted. She bucked back once more, her rump wiggling up against Clayton's hips the second time and trying to entice him to pick up the pace a little bit.
"Kate!" Clayton called out, his voice a whisper and a cry all in one as his daughter tried to impress, showing off the sexual skill that she did have, despite her limited experience. Clayton wouldn't hold back on her a moment longer after that, immediately leaning over her body and resting his paws around her full, soft breasts, cupping them and squeezing down on them tightly, holding onto them for leverage as his hips pressed right up to her body. A sudden, sharp thrust, forceful enough to send his sack flying up into Kate's sensitive little clit had the cute little husky biting her pillow all over again, her eyes wincing tight as her far more experienced father showed her once again just how much pleasure he could offer her. This time, however, it wasn't just a sample; he kept on going towards a more traditional doggy style with a sudden series of short, quick humps, the combined motion of their weight drawing quiet, groaning squeaks from the bed frame as the pair of heated canines rocked it in a way it had never been moved before. The was a moment, just a _modicum_of fear that passed through each of their minds that the sound might wake someone up, but two minutes into the break-back pace, no one had come down the hallway, no one else in the house seemed to be stirring, and Kate was a panting, sweating, dripping being of pure lust, living out a pleasure she'd never known before and only wishing that it could somehow last forever. Her eyes were rolled back as her father squeezed down on her breasts again, the skillful pawtips taking the time to tickle and tease at her perked, erect nipples every few seconds, just to keep her on edge. The tip of his tapered, canine length seemed to hit all the best spots with nothing more than instinct, and the slight drool of precum that spilled inside of her tickled her inner walls even just a little bit more.
She was drowning in pleasure, and would happily keep it up as long as her father had stamina...and damn, did he ever have stamina!
"Daddy! DAMN!" Kate tried to muffle her voice in the pillow as another orgasm started to rock her entire being, and by now, she was having trouble keeping track of just how many of them she'd gone through. The first one, brought on by the skilled tongue of her father was rather obvious, but since then, a series of smaller, more frequent climaxes seemed to hit her to no end. A small trickle of her overflowing arousal stained the bed as her father kept going, and just out of curiosity, Kate glanced over to the small alarm clock on her nightstand.
25 minutes...he's been fucking me for 25 straight minutes and he hasn't stopped! And I can't...I can't stop cumming! I don't know how much more of this I can take, but I never want him to stop!
As impressive as his pace and endurance were, Clayton knew he was wearing down. It was only the realization that his daughter was literally swimming in pleasure, the feel of her feminine juices trickling down both of his thighs and even down over his sack, the delightful clenching inside as her inner walls tried to milk the cum out of his cock that told him his daughter was almost out of steam, and that he could finally give her what she needed even more than an orgasm, more than a lover, more than her father...
She needed a knot.
"Kate..." Clayton whispered, his voice raspy from his pace, panting and tired, "Do your best to relax. Daddy is...nngh...Daddy is gonna give you what you've been waiting for all night..."
To have such a loving father, Kate knew she was lucky, but to have him as a lover who tended to her every need, she knew she was downright blessed. She nodded rapidly, her body shaking feverishly as she burrowed her head down into the saliva-soaked pillow and pushed her hips back, encouraging her experienced father to take the reins and do whatever he had to in order to complete a tie. She'd never been so lucky as to have one, and to have her first from the man who cared about her more than anyone else in her life was a magical moment for her.
_Holy fuck, that's big! _That was her first thought as she tried to turn an eye back to the action, wishing she could see the tennis ball sized lump of flesh that pressed against her tight, slick labia, trying desperately to spread them apart. Young, inexperienced, and still so tight for a young adult, Kate could only yield herself to her father as he took good care of her body, his paws moving down slightly from her breasts to grip tight around her tummy, needing the leverage to press onward. The natural resistance of her body started to fade, and Kate felt another release, the one that would be her finale for the night, and certainly the strongest as the knot passed just barely through her slit and into her treasure. Her muffled screams turned into a pleading whimper, her voice laden with delight as the offending knot brought her crashing over the edge of her final climax.
The most forbidden act of all finally came to fruition, as Kate climaxed right around her father's knot, urging a stream of thick, hot, slick cum into her pussy. Her eyes winced tightly shut, but her mouth was spread in a wide, silly smile, a look of pure elation as she could feel the hot, taboo seed of her father pouring into her, coating her inner walls with a thin layer of something she'd never been able to experience before. "_Cumming...I'm cumming again! _" Kate managed to cry, loud enough for her father to hear, but hopefully not enough to wake anyone else in the house. Even if she couldn't have said a word, Clayton couldn't ignore the feeling of her vaginal muscles clamping down so tightly on his knot that it bordered on painful, trapping him in place and keeping her satisfied. Kate reached back as soon as she could, letting one of her smaller, delicate paws wrap around her father's sack, giving it a gentle squeeze each time she felt it throbbing, hoping to draw as much of that wonderful cum out of him as she could. Clayton had to bite his lip as he felt those soft, skillful pawtips tickling and teasing over the smooth, lightly-furred flesh of his sack, knowing that the howl he would have let out would have woken the whole house, and maybe even a couple neighbors in the process. Kate could tell just how strained he was, and she grinned with a playful delight, taking a sort of pride in pushing her father near to his breaking point that way.
"You're a-an evil little tease..." Clayton whispered in hurried, panting breaths, his teeth nearly gritted to keep him from gasping as Kate explored every little intricate detail of the orbs she held. They were so soft in her paws, so fun to play with...she didn't have any plans to let them go for the time being. "Seeing how much you enjoyed that, though, I'm not sure I can come up with a proper punishment for you..."
"Good little girls who takes all of their father's cum don't deserve to get punished, they deserve a reward," Kate suggested, looking back up at her father with narrowed, mischievous eyes. "Especially when they tickle his balls for him afterwards...you really like this, don't you? Naughty Daddy."
Clayton smirked back at her, surprised that his daughter could make such a seductive expression. It nearly took the words from him. "And just what would you consider a reward, my darling daughter?"
Kate pondered it for a moment, intentionally clenching her inner muscles on her father's stuck length every few seconds to keep him from relaxing. "Hmm...perhaps a repeat performance, tomorrow night? I'm a very needy girl, Daddy."
Now, it was Clayton who had to think things over. He still loved his wife dearly, and didn't want to jeopardize things by constantly getting up in the middle of the night and leaving the bedroom. Eventually, Charlotte might wake up, and if she happened to see what was going on, Clayton couldn't imagine what the consequences might be...
...But it might be worth it.
"I dunno if I can wait that long," Clayton admitted. "Perhaps I'll just have to come home early from work again..."
Kate giggled and gave her father one more squeeze, both internally with her muscles, and externally, gently squeezing his sack. She was sad to know he'd have to leave the bedroom when they were done, but for the moment, at least her lust had been satisfied. "Good idea...though we'll have to sneak away if big brother is still around."
Clayton hadn't considered that, but there was no shortage of places for the two of them to hide out.
Unbeknownst to either of them, Logan was trying to sleep on the couch, but was still staring at the ceiling, finding sleep just out of his reach and wishing he could get a hold of it.
Kate and Clayton were completely unaware that he might have heard the whole thing.