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Home From Work

by BangBear

A clatter came from the entry to the house as Alissa closed the door behind her and dropped her bag on the ground, and her keys in the bowl on the table. "Welcome home, sweetie," Harrison greeted from the living room, eyes glued to the game of football on his TV. "How was work?" She didn't respond, maybe she didn't hear him? He sipped from his can of beer, the TV too loud for him to hear her footsteps behind him. She stepped between him and the TV, blocking his view and making him look up at her. He could tell she was upset. "What's wrong, Ali?"

"I had a bad day at work..." she answered, slumping down into his lap with her hands on his shoulders.

"Oh, sweetheart, come here..." The dark-furred dog wrapped a powerful arm around his daughter's back and brought her in close, looking up to give her a kiss. "Tell me about it, and I'll make it all better." His arm drifted lower, and as it passed down the small of her back she reflexively pushed herself against him.

Her eyes closed as she focused on his touch. He was already making it better. He always did. "We were understaffed, and busier than usual." His hand went lower again, cupping around her bottom as her reflexes raised it before she though to do so consciously. "Everyone always wants their coffee at the same time," the deep voice grumbled, setting his beer on the end table next to him. His now free hand joined to hold the other half of her rear, Alissa groaning lightly. "What happened next?"

She started rolling her hips in her father's grip,. "Then someone got their order wrong, of course. And then yelled at me. Of course..." Her tone grew more bitter as she went on. "I didn't even make their dumbass order." He dragged his hands from her behind around front, fingers aiming for the button that helped keep the denim snug around her. Once it popped open, she gasped and leaned forwards against him. His ear pressed right between her small breasts, smirking at the sound of her heart beating faster.

"These people don't want to think, they just want someone to screech at."

Now her zipper came undone, and his hands reached to the waist of her jeans and tugged them down around her. Ali's tail began wagging, knowing there was nothing between her and her father's touch now. He could feel it getting warmer as his fingertips slowly rounded her cheek.

A shudder ran up her spine when he reached her slit, lips puffy and leaky. "Aangh..." She needed this more than even she realized. He'd barely touched her and she was practically melting already. Her arms wrapped around his head, silently begging him to keep going, but he didn't. He waited there, fingers paused right at the cusp of where she needed them most. Trying to force the min, she lowered herself down, but he simply followed the movement and kept himself at the precipice.

"And what else?"

Right, she'd almost forgotten she was telling her dad about her shit day. "Huff... Then... Then they wanted to see the manager, but he was on lunch, and they didn't like hearing that..." A pair of thick fingers slid up and down her lips before sinking in two knuckles deep. "Oooh, fuck... Daddy..." Hands gripped at his back, protected from her claws by his shirt.

Long, drawn out pumps of his fingers kept his daughter moaning in his lap. Her chest beat hard against his ear, hearing it spike for a moment whenever he hit a sensitive spot. Still, this wasn't enough to satisfy the thin woman. Alissa leaned back, her hands reaching for Harrison's waist and undoing his belt, button and zipper. Her hands fumbled, unfocused and driven by base desire. He let her work, his fastenings pushed out of the way by the lump in his underwear. Her slim fingers curled under the waistband and pulled the front down. As soon as she saw the root of his shaft, her heart skipped a beat. THIS is what she needed. A bit more pulling, and the thick shaft flicked free, throbbing and ready to repair her day.

Harrison withdrew his digits, soaked fingers dragging a trail of juice along her ass that quickly vanished into her fur. He helped lift her up as she bit her lip and guided his cock forward under her. Lowering her down slowly, he felt her entry kiss his tip. Heat radiated off her. Alissa panted and tried to push down the rest of the way, but he managed to halt her advances, making her wait just a bit longer.

She looked down at him desperately. "Daddy please, don't be mean," she begged.

"What, mean? I'm not being mean. Just waiting for the right time."

"Come on, daddy, stop it." She lifted up and tried to bring herself down again, but his hands followed and stopped her in the same spot as before. She wasn't heavy enough to break his blockade, but she kept trying. She had to. Up again, down again, still halted. "Daddy, come on!" Up, then down. "You're being fucking me- Aaaah, fuck!" He didn't stop her this time. He let her spear herself on his entire length, hissing through his grin at his sudden envelopment. She was stunned, legs trembling as her mind flooded with bliss. Harrison circled his hips and earned more moans from his daughter, then started to pump before she could recover.

"Aah, fuck, fuck fuck... Daddy...! I'm... nnngh!" A shrill cry of pleasure filled the living room and drowned out the TV, Alissa quaking as she threw her head back and came on her father's cock, his hands at her hips to bring her down into his thrusts. "Shh... just bounce on daddy's lap, I'll make it all better."

And he did. He didn't give her a break, fucking away through her climax, feeling her grip his cock with each retraction. Their wet squelching rhythmically announced his quick pace, Ali bringing her head down for a passionate kiss. They both closed their eyes and danced their tongues together, breaking for just a moment to pant hungrily before returning to the incestuous kiss.

She came down from her first climax and began working with his rhythm, but he had a different idea. Harrison pulled her sideways and turned, bringing her down to the couch on he back. He popped free from her and lifted her legs up straight to pull her jeans off and toss them behind the couch.

Alissa parted her legs for him as he came down over her, propping himself up with his arms as he reentered and quickly returned to his previous pace. Another kiss, the girl moaning into her father's mouth as her arms and legs wrapped around him. Harrison began panting now with her, his climax steadily approaching.

He broke the kiss ans sunk his head down next to hers, groaning and panting in her ear as he fucked her. "Is it safe?" he uttered, feeling himself getting closer. Her arms wrapped tighter around him. "Ali, is it safe?" he repeated. Nothing, except her own sounds of pleasure as she neared a second peak. "Ali come on, I'm getting... I'm close. Is it safe?" No answer still, time to pull out.

Except, he couldn't. He didn't notice, but now her legs tightened around him, and held him too close to pull out. He was stuck. "Answer me sweetheart, is it safe?!"

"I'm... mmf, waiting for the right time."

"Oh, god... Ali..." He stayed motionless and tried to hold off his climax as best he could, but it was inevitable now, and it would be here in mere seconds. Fuck it, he thought. Might as well enjoy it.

He pumped hard, biting her neck as she cried out, the two cumming together. He moaned heavily, shaft hilt deep in his daughter as she squeezed tight around him again. He felt each pump travel through his shaft and deposit right against Ali's womb, the girl holding him as deep as she could in her quaking hips. Harrison's sack pulled tight against his body, the excess seed now trickling out from her lips. As it died down, his grunts turned to panting, letting part of his body weight rest on her. They spent a few moments wrapped together and catching their breath, Harrison releasing his jaws. He looked to her, fear still lingering about her lack of an answer. "Ali... Please tell me, baby girl."

The dog returned his look, smiling back as she pulled his head down to speak into his ear.

"...It's not."

"Holy shit, Ali."

She giggled in his ear. "That's what you get for being mean earlier. Now how does it fe- eel!?"

Without warning he started thrusting once more, the cum he'd just filled her with squeezing out of her with his fucking. The thought of possibly just knocking up his daughter did things to him, touching a deep desire he never thought he'd have. "Call out tomorrow. I need you here. Under me."

Her eyes widened. That little stunt might have got her more than she bargained for.